Afourteen, Teenage Disaster - CUSS WORDS lyrics
[Afourteen, Teenage Disaster - CUSS WORDS lyrics]
Aye she a minute made slut drink the nut up
Shawty chillin' trynna fuck wit' us
They cannot tame us
Keep the glizzy on the hip
I run like chopstick
Turn around 180 in this bitch
Into a pop chick (Uh okay)
Pull up for my cash app
And then she throw the cat back okay
Body flippa the black rain did em'
Raf Simon man I hit em wit the black a
I'm stealin' like a fuckin' bad dealer ok
Thats my act of kindness I give her my dick
Pull up in the fuckin' whip
And I'm bumpin' tied lips
Aye you a treesh
You can't fuckin' look at me like that
I'll knock out all ya teeth
Gotta put the mask up on the
Head to go and be discreet
Breakin' bones and clipping wings got
Body bags for every week
And your hoe hittin' my phone
Might push my dick against her cheek
One, two, three, four
I can't fucking see the things
You want me to go see
But I guess thats never fuckin'
Easy for you anyway
Pull up wit a gun with intention to go away
And I'm gonna shoot myself until
You fuckin' see my brain
And I, I walk and I can't see right
Fly, I fly but my wings don't work
Walk around in the store with my cock out
Swing fist with the bullies on the playground
Imma draw on the bathroom stall
Said fuck y'all, my dick like 8 feet tall
Ate brains for breakfast today
Fuck class I be skippin' with a criminal
Hockey mask and some bloody blonde locks
Burnin' down the city
With some smiles on our faces like
You will never shut me down
I got some words and I'll let them out
They're all fucked up
And you'll censor them out
But Imma say em' anyway
Fuck, shit, cunt, ass, fuck
Cuss words and they won't stop
Fuck, shit, cunt, ass, fuck
Cuss words and they won't stop
Stop, stop, stop, stop stop, stop, stop, stop
Won't stop!
Shawty chillin' trynna fuck wit' us
They cannot tame us
Keep the glizzy on the hip
I run like chopstick
Turn around 180 in this bitch
Into a pop chick (Uh okay)
Pull up for my cash app
And then she throw the cat back okay
Body flippa the black rain did em'
Raf Simon man I hit em wit the black a
I'm stealin' like a fuckin' bad dealer ok
Thats my act of kindness I give her my dick
Pull up in the fuckin' whip
And I'm bumpin' tied lips
Aye you a treesh
You can't fuckin' look at me like that
I'll knock out all ya teeth
Gotta put the mask up on the
Head to go and be discreet
Breakin' bones and clipping wings got
Body bags for every week
And your hoe hittin' my phone
Might push my dick against her cheek
One, two, three, four
I can't fucking see the things
You want me to go see
But I guess thats never fuckin'
Easy for you anyway
Pull up wit a gun with intention to go away
And I'm gonna shoot myself until
You fuckin' see my brain
And I, I walk and I can't see right
Fly, I fly but my wings don't work
Walk around in the store with my cock out
Swing fist with the bullies on the playground
Imma draw on the bathroom stall
Said fuck y'all, my dick like 8 feet tall
Ate brains for breakfast today
Fuck class I be skippin' with a criminal
Hockey mask and some bloody blonde locks
Burnin' down the city
With some smiles on our faces like
You will never shut me down
I got some words and I'll let them out
They're all fucked up
And you'll censor them out
But Imma say em' anyway
Fuck, shit, cunt, ass, fuck
Cuss words and they won't stop
Fuck, shit, cunt, ass, fuck
Cuss words and they won't stop
Stop, stop, stop, stop stop, stop, stop, stop
Won't stop!