Songtexte Rob Dyrdek - cr1tter

Cr1tter (I don't even wanna hear it)
Cr1tter (I don't even wanna hear it)
Cr1t-Cr1tter (I don't even wanna hear it)
(I don't, I don't even wanna hear it)

Shoulda, coulda, woulda, I don't even wanna hear it (shh)
Talkin' that ridiculousness, Rob Dyrdek
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (bitch, huh)
Shoulda, coulda, woulda, I don't even wanna hear it (shh)
Talkin' that ridiculousness, Rob Dyrdek
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)

I been in the mix for a minute, you ain't even near it
You can't tell me shit, I'm so fitted, I'ma kiss a mirror
Talkin' all that shit, just to switch, you're so insincere
I ain't gonna tell you twice, bitch, you better listen here
I wouldn't even fuck you hypothetically
Fishy like tilapia, nasty like celery
Cr1tter.n3t mafia, high class pedigree
Vivienne Westwood, all of my accessories
My Uber driver said I smell good, real good
Smoking on this weed, lil' bitch, I feel good, real good
Walking down Fairfax, getting stared at
I seen you on the gram begging for some spare racks
You got hella split ends, need a hair mask
Walking in designer, used to walk in Air Max
Bitches so lost, need an Apple AirTag
I'm so locked in like a bear trap

Shoulda, coulda, woulda, I don't even wanna hear it (shh)
Talkin' that ridiculousness, Rob Dyrdek
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (bitch, huh)
Shoulda, coulda, woulda, I don't even wanna hear it (shh)
Talkin' that ridiculousness, Rob Dyrdek
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)

(shoulda, coulda, woulda, I don't even wanna hear it, shh)
(talkin' that ridiculousness, Rob Dyrdek)
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)