Kur - Call It What You Want lyrics
[Kur - Call It What You Want lyrics]
Blood is drippin'
Tell them hoes excuse my Christians
(Watch It) navy Blue Balencies looking like
I play for Memphis (Watch It)
I'm playing tennis
Serving all you pussy niggas
(Oh I'm serving) you to busy on my dick
Get you some pussy nigga (Fucking faggot)
Money money money it's what I'm in it for
(Get that money)
We at Tasties eating Alfredo and Dinner Rolls
Bitch told me that she don't
Know how to suck dick (Fuck?)
Tell yo friends to teach you
That's what friends are for
(Oh can you teach me?)
Was in Texas bitches thought I
Was a fucking Prince (Oh he a Prince?)
You fucking wimp
You ain't got no fucking chips
Featured on that Gunna Season
Nigga I kept up with Chris
That nigga he show me love that's my dog
I fuck with him (Chris) niggas buying ounces
Ram just bought a fucking 50 piece (50 piece)
Fuck, is you kidding me?
Y'all run this fucking strip for me
Where the fuck would rappers be if
I ain't let y'all mimic me?
I ain't got no fucking fuck all y'all
It's NGB
Bitch I come at every 10 I see
In the kitchen
Baking soda bubble like it's Chemistry
Cook the size of Monster cans
For niggas who want energy
Never had no sympathy
For niggas that start copping pleas
(Start bitching) i just left New York
And had some meetings with some A and R's
(Deal) told me they gone' sign me if I
Keep it up and stay in charge
(Oh they gone' sign me?)
Pussy you ain't playing hard
Niggas making diss records about me
(Fuck outta here) i just play it smart
Did my thing and made my mark
Niggas selling dimes
And acting like they knocking bricks off
Bitches that y'all fuck with
Make my dick soft big frauds
You ain't gone' do shit dog
Toughin' your tweets or when we see
You get your shit tossed
Homie you a bitch dog
Tell them hoes excuse my Christians
(Watch It) navy Blue Balencies looking like
I play for Memphis (Watch It)
I'm playing tennis
Serving all you pussy niggas
(Oh I'm serving) you to busy on my dick
Get you some pussy nigga (Fucking faggot)
Money money money it's what I'm in it for
(Get that money)
We at Tasties eating Alfredo and Dinner Rolls
Bitch told me that she don't
Know how to suck dick (Fuck?)
Tell yo friends to teach you
That's what friends are for
(Oh can you teach me?)
Was in Texas bitches thought I
Was a fucking Prince (Oh he a Prince?)
You fucking wimp
You ain't got no fucking chips
Featured on that Gunna Season
Nigga I kept up with Chris
That nigga he show me love that's my dog
I fuck with him (Chris) niggas buying ounces
Ram just bought a fucking 50 piece (50 piece)
Fuck, is you kidding me?
Y'all run this fucking strip for me
Where the fuck would rappers be if
I ain't let y'all mimic me?
I ain't got no fucking fuck all y'all
It's NGB
Bitch I come at every 10 I see
In the kitchen
Baking soda bubble like it's Chemistry
Cook the size of Monster cans
For niggas who want energy
Never had no sympathy
For niggas that start copping pleas
(Start bitching) i just left New York
And had some meetings with some A and R's
(Deal) told me they gone' sign me if I
Keep it up and stay in charge
(Oh they gone' sign me?)
Pussy you ain't playing hard
Niggas making diss records about me
(Fuck outta here) i just play it smart
Did my thing and made my mark
Niggas selling dimes
And acting like they knocking bricks off
Bitches that y'all fuck with
Make my dick soft big frauds
You ain't gone' do shit dog
Toughin' your tweets or when we see
You get your shit tossed
Homie you a bitch dog