Lyrics Fine Lil Shyt - Koujas

(What Do You Desire?)
Hey (I'm tryna fuck this-) (Yeah, now you rockin' wit' Rada)
(I'm tryn' fuck his bitch)

I came in this bih' wit' a plan
I'm smokin' za wit my mans
I don't give a fuck what they sayin'
I ain't never need no fuckin' handout
I'm keepin' the blick in the couch
And she wanna be my main but that's out
I was fuckin' wit' Jayda and she had me stuck
But we fell out, so it's not love
You tried to lie to a fuckin' liar baby
So lil baby, now it's up
The feds raidin' tryna get all my bruddas
You don't even know 'bout the half of shit
I love the way that her ass sit
Up in them jeans, it's lit

I stayed down but you folded on me
Yeah, it is what it is
I'm keepin' that stick if they roll on me
And I'm tryna fuck his bitch
I thought it was real, you fold on me
You ain't really 'bout shit
You got a pretty face wit' some pretty lies
But lil baby, that's 'bout it
I'm scorin' on pint, assist
And I'm tryna fuck his bitch
2 coffee cups full of red
Movin' slow like a zombie and shit
He countin' seconds 'til his life over
It's a box on the blick, he dead quick
She the model type and she bad
That's my fine lil' shyt (Desire)

I'm fiendin' for drugs, I look in the couch
Tryna get you out that blouse
I get in my feelings, I roll up loud
And I'm tryna fuck on his spouse
I can't even lie, bae I miss you heavy
Or maybe I miss who I thought you was
I'm on drugs, I'm sedated heavy
I thought it was some' but it's nun'
Disrespecting me on socials
Bitch, you done lost ya' mind
I done ran it up, bitch I'm goin' global
And I see the fake through the lines
Where the opps at? They be hidin'
I'm tryna fuck baby, what ya' sign is?
They talkin' that talk but ain't doin' no slidin'
We just threw a rack up in follies
Yeah, I fucked the hoe but she got mileage
I'm on perky pills, bitch I'm wildin'
I'm posted up wit' my brudda Finesse
Rada got the beat cryin'
I spent a band on this bitch
I'm stupid, I done lost my head
Dropped 'bout 500 on some tellys
But I wish I spent it on some meds
Just do what you do and I'll do what I do
I'm 10 times worse than you
You played me but I ain't no fool
It's always jokes on you
(It's always jokes on you)
(I'm 10 times worse than you)

I stayed down but you folded on me
Yeah, it is what it is
I'm keepin' that stick if they roll on me
And I'm tryna fuck his bitch
I thought it was real, you fold on me
You ain't really 'bout shit
You got a pretty face wit' some pretty lies
But lil baby, that's 'bout it
I'm scorin' on pint, assist
And I'm tryna fuck his bitch
2 coffee cups full of red
Movin' slow like a zombie and shit
He countin' seconds 'til his life over
It's a box on the blick, he dead quick (Desire)
She the model type and she bad
That's my fine lil' shyt

That's my fine shit, that's my fine shit (Elegant Music)