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)

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