Lust ft. H.N.I.C Celix & 1luhtk Lyrics

H-N-I-C, we the best, nigga! We the best, nigga

I love you, Huncho

Hollup, hollup, hollup, hollup

My young nigga hop out the coupe, you know that we slidin', ya

And I can't fuck with these hoes, cause these bitches be lyin'

My new coupe got two doors, but bitch, we still slidin', ya

Bitch, we still slidin', bitch, we still slidin'

I hop on the beat and I geek

Can't fuck with these hoes, man, I swear they be weak

You talk about my gang, I'm gon' tweak

You talk about my gang, I'm gon' motherfuckin' tweak

Heard you hopped in the game, bitch, I motherfuckin' leaped

And I can't fuck with niggas, I swear they be sweet

You talk, I'll get hit with the heat, ya

You talk, I'll get hit with that motherfuckin' heat

That drake got a binary, know we OD

And them bullets gon' hit your ass across the street

And I'm with your bitch now, yeah, I got her so geek, ya

I got her geeked up, yeah, bitch, I want the bands don't need love

Yeah, I'm bout to just pour it up in my new cup

Bout to tell lil, shawty, what's up

Bout to tell lil, shawty, what's up

You know that I'm pourin' it up, yeah

I'm pourin' that wokhardt in my fucking cup

Can't fold with these niggas, I swear they be ducks

And I'm fuckin' yo ho man , I swear she a slut

That hoe keep actin' out, so I told her she cut

And I do not want love, bitch, I just want the lust

Bitch, I don't want love, bitch, I just want the lust

Bitch, I don't want love, bitch, I just want the lust

You playin' in the game, she get hit in your gut

Y'all fuckin' is hoes, she a lil' dirty slut

Y'all are always talkin' that crazy shit, so she got cut

Yeah, lil' boy want it smoke, he got hit in the neck

I'm that nigga, bitch, give me my fuckin' respect

Spent 500' on a brand new kill tech , yeah

And my gang ain't comin' to stop, yeah

I been cookin' shit up like a chef, yeah

I'm shootin' shit front deep with fatty on me, bitch

I feel like I'm Steph , yeah

And if you end up on me, lil' boy, I promise your dumb ass

gon' get dealt, uh

Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm

Bitch, I don't want love, I just wanna fuck

Pop out on a hot nigga like what's up

He was speakin' on me, he got put in a blunt

I can't fuck with these niggas, I know that he tell

Oh, he speakin', okay, he must wanna see that

I can't play with these boys, yeah, I'm tryin' to get rich

I rip this shit up, this ain't counterfeit

I done earned my stripes, nigga, I get that

Mm, come through that bitch, trippin', uh

Hot shit, make a nigga blow up, uh

Think you a bully, lil' nigga, uh

Come and run, don't try your luck, uh

Like, really, I don't give no fucks, uh

And all my niggas be facin', uh

I'm ridin' around through I-20, uh

And the cops can't even try to chase

Yeah, these niggas been hustlin', we know that

Let him play, he get pulled up with tough ass

He ain't gonna blow it, tough ass, he listen, I'll give the boo-boo

He ain't standin' on 10 and we knew that

That boy ain't havin' money like no racks

I can't chase it low, cuz I'm the catch

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