Last-Dude - Huh (MASHUP) lyrics

[Last-Dude - Huh MASHUP lyrics]

Audemar, huh, on God, huh
Take it off, huh, get in car, huh
Shorty ride dick like a pornstar, huh
I'm a soul eater like Black Star, huh
And she let me beat, feel it in her feet
Diamonds in my teeth, talk ain't cheap
Waka-waka, eh, eh, eh, hypebeast
What a nigga say? Hey, wanna fight B?
Audemar, huh, on God, huh
Take it off, huh, get in car, huh
Shorty ride dick like a pornstar, huh
I'm a soul eater like Black Star, huh
And she let me beat, feel it in her feet
Diamonds in my teeth, talk ain't cheap
Waka-waka, eh, eh, eh, hypebeast
What a nigga say? Hey, wanna fight B?

Look at the way that I rap on the bеat
I feel like a master
Graduated with thеse flows
I think I need maths
Put your head inside the plastic
Got no father, been a bastard, uh
On these beats i just be snappin
Yeah, you too busy rapping uh, uh, uh
I could rap forever
Water whippin' I could trap forever
That nigga be fake, they act forever
I'm pouring up lean, that act forever, uh
Bitch, I'm so cold that you
Made in a sweater, uh
I say that shit for the better, uh
Ima say that shit forever, uh

Nutter and butter
Is what I left on the chin of yo' mother
(Chin)
Fuck with two bitches, that be my wishes
I'm feelin' like Danny Glover (Two bitches)
Under the covers, handin' me out
Damn, that lil' bitch's a slugger
(White back)
Some of my niggas is still sellin' dimes
Dodge a cop car like it’s Frogger (Frogger)
Just like at Pizza Hut, I serve your order
And might I just mention
I just met yo' mother (Boom)
Her nose is humongous, Mr krabs' Daughter
(Bitch) she got a big head like
On the fuckin' quarter (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Top rope (Ayy)
Swingin' in the pussy, Rey Mysterio
(Swingin' in the)
619 to her pussy hole (Pussy hole)
Bite-bite (Bite-bite)
Hit it too hard, she might cry-cry (Bitch)

Baseball bat to his Yankee hat
Make a lil' nigga FaceTime my gat
Pop that shit, he acrobat
Leave a nigga flat on the playground mat
Call 911, but he can't come back
Shoulda never got caught without that
Always got my strap, up that, ASAP
When that Ruger clap, your medulla splat
(squad)

Count up my fetti, I cheat on Margiela
Like Finding Nemo, I hope you go belly up
Never mind, kill 'em with kindness
Call me your highness, heard your boyfriend
Got a 'gina
These niggas slow like some tortoises, huh
I got machine gun like Portishead, hmm
Bitch, I am Rick like The Walking Dead, uh
You fuck around, leave you walking dead, hm

All that ra ra shit (Ra ra)
Talkin' brazy, but ain't 'bout that
(yeah yeah)
He was talkin' brazy out his mouth
And got his mouth smacked
(yeah, yeah, yeah yeah)
He was talkin' brazy out his house
And got his house smacked (Bah, bah, yeah)
He was talkin' brazy for the clout
And got his life snatched (Ah)

All I hang with is savages, goons
Really ain't nothin' to up it at you
Pull up and you gon' end up in a tomb
Pull up and you gon' end up in a tomb
Draco, SK, HK, AK (Ha ha ha)
RPK, I spray-spray
Blow a nigga damn brain, bah (Ha)

Audemar, huh, on God, huh
Take it off, huh, get in car, huh
Shorty ride dick like a pornstar, huh
I'm a soul eater like Black Star, huh
And she let me beat, feel it in her feet
Diamonds in my teeth, talk ain't cheap
Waka-waka, eh, eh, eh, hypebeast
What a nigga say? Hey, wanna fight B?
Audemar, huh, on God, huh
Take it off, huh, get in car, huh
Shorty ride dick like a pornstar, huh
I'm a soul eater like Black Star, huh
And she let me beat, feel it in her feet
Diamonds in my teeth, talk ain't cheap
Waka-waka, eh, eh, eh, hypebeast
What a nigga say? Hey, wanna fight B?

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