top 100
·
top new
·
updates
·
submit lyrics
#
A
B
C
D
E
F
G
H
I
J
K
L
M
N
O
P
Q
R
S
T
U
V
W
X
Y
Z
Correct Fuh Nuc Lyrics
Lyrics
►
Artists: H
►
Haiti Babii
►
Correct Fuh Nuc
Artist:
Song:
Comment:
Lyrics:
[Verse 1] Come and ride with a rich nigga Suicide, hockey pucks when I slide with me stick, nigga i5 doing a hundred miles Drive-bys and wise guys, you staring with a crooked eye Bad bitch want me to stick around Like a broom, she get swept off her feet after I dick her down I am feeling myself Hating on me, just kill yourself But hold on, let me put my robe on I rather tell the truth 'bout a bitch, quit lyin' like you rich Niggas out here dyin' over that shit These niggas out here busters, on mamas, put pussy over commas Quit actin' like it's funny if you ain't gettin' money, bitch Stop actin' like a freak if you ain't tryna trick Niggas actin' like they him but they ain't really him I got shot by the police, bitch, I'm really him [Chorus] Hah-hah, bitch, what's funny? You broke and bummy, I gets my money Bitch, miss me with the woo-wop, bring out the ooh-wop Got me feeling like I'm 2Pac, I took a few shots Glock-30 when I flu flamm, I had to blue-blam Don't stop until it click-click, switch the whole clique Lifestyle of a hood man, born in the hood-nood Hundred P's, where the cookbook? Don't give a fu-nuck [Verse 2] Imagine this, your main bitch is my side ho Imagine me giving that bitch back on the weekend Fuck that, why would I bow down to a fuck nigga? Trust niggas? Why the fuck would I do that? Fuck you, see I can't trust my own self North Side, that's where I'm from, I can't help Bling, bling, got a nigga feelin' like he Elvis Bitches wonder why a nigga selfish Fuck you, see I can't trust my own self North Side, that's where I'm from, I can't help Bling, bling, got a nigga feelin' like he Elvis Bitches wonder why a nigga selfish [Chorus] Hah-hah, bitch, what's funny? You broke and bummy, I gets my money Bitch, miss me with the woo-wop, bring out the ooh-wop Got me feeling like I'm 2Pac, I took a few shots Glock-30 when I flu flamm, I had to blue-blam Don't stop until it click-click, switch the whole clique Lifestyle of a hood man, born in the hood-nood Hundred P's, where the cookbook? Don't give a fu-nuck
add rows