Last-Dude - Hxe (MASHUP) lyrics

How is you feelin' lil ho? (Huh, Yuh)
How is you feelin' lil bitch? (Hol' up, Brr)
How is you feelin' lil ho?  (Huh, Ayy)
How is you feelin' lil bitch? (Huh)
How is you feelin' lil ho? (Huh, Yuh)
How is you feelin' lil bitch? (Hol' up, Brr)
How is you feelin' lil ho? (Huh)
How is you feelin' lil bitch? (Ayy)
How is you feelin' lil ho? (Huh, Yuh)
How is you feelin' lil bitch? (Hol' up, Brr)
How is you feelin' lil ho? (Huh, Ayy)
How is you feelin' lil bitch? (Huh)
How is you feelin' lil ho? (Huh, Yuh)
How is you feelin' lil bitch? (Hol' up, Brr)
How is you feelin' lil ho? (Huh)
How is you feelin' lil bitch? (Ayy)

Movin', movin', movin', ooh
That bitch actin' stupid, ooh
Hunnid on wrist, Rick Rubin, ooh
Comin' in the trap, I'm movin', ooh
Damn, Lil Pump fucks your mother
Damn, then I'll rob your brother (ooh)
Damn, slap him with some butter (yuh)
Damn, hunnid on wrist like Usher, damn

Get the fuck up out my whip
'Less you tryna suck my dick
'Less you tryna fuck my clique
'Less you tryna stack this brick
'Less you got shit I can sniff
'Less you got shit I can taste
I might come up off my waste
Get the fuck up out my face

How you gon' beef with a soldier?
How you gon' beef with a cobra?
How you gon' look when we roll up?
Slide up, watch a bitch fold up
Down with a 45
Bitch, it's City Morgue, we take lives
My Jamaicans still got shottas
Your homie look dead who shit, ya? Me nigga

You're gonna fuck up for
Thinking that I'm weak put a mask on my face
When I don't wanna speak
I will show you the passion
You want to believe
I got several mansions and they’re
All just for me (yeah)
Late, uh, never gon’ kick it with lames, uh
I speak my passion and pain, uh
Watch me take over the game, uh
Then I’ma leave with no trace, uh
Then I'll returning to rage, uh
Keep in control of my fate, uh
I’m living to my old age, uh more life

Throw another one up in the grave
I don't need an AK
But a double-sided blade in the main vein
Watching you leak like a broken pipe
I'm the soft-spoken type but when
I channel the archetype
I cannot speak, only dig deep
Into abysmal depression to find
What I cannot unsee
I'm a fiend for the Secrets of Alchemy
Calculate everything, reincarnated Crowley

Pull up wit' da motherfuckin' Tec
Pull up wit' da motherfuckin' Mac
Pull up wit' da motherfucking
Sack full of green
What you mean you ain't gon'
Smoke this shit with me?
I smack a rapper with the backhand
Then tell him to get his own P
Now what the fuck you wanna do? I
Just gotta call up a number

Cut the lights off bitch
Since the jit's been off kit's
Deliver a brick to Mr i don’t
Know what his name is
You the lamest, record label problems
Really got the stainless
Dark voices whispering: "Kill them"

I got a black Jansport with a Glock in it
Red bands in a lot, two thots in it
Four day one homies and they all with it
Ready to ride on my enemy side
I got green hair, not hard to find
I made a million fuckin’ dollars
With this art of mine
I feel like I'm Salvador Dalí
Doin’ donuts in the black Maserati, yuh

She get wet
Whip look like I pulled up in a jet
She wants sex, okay, shorty
I just want the neck
Fuck do you mean? Aim that
Beam at your spleen
If you Purrp, I'll put your face in the dirt
Like pussy, you get creamed, ay, ay!

How is you feelin' lil ho? (Huh, Yuh)
How is you feelin' lil bitch? (Hol' up, Brr)
How is you feelin' lil ho? (Huh, Ayy)
How is you feelin' lil bitch? (Huh)
How is you feelin' lil ho? (Huh, Yuh)
How is you feelin' lil bitch? (Hol' up, Brr)
How is you feelin' lil ho? (Huh)
How is you feelin' lil bitch? (Ayy)