paroles de chanson FTCU (feat. Ddm & Kotic Couture) - Miss Kam
Ahem
Strap
in
your
seat
belts
Hold
onto
your
horses
Miss
Kam
is
coming
for
the
top
spot
Incoming
Three
Two
One
I
ain't
never
worried
bout
the
spot
because
I
got
it
Ask
'em
why
they
mad
And
they
'gon
tell
you
cause
I'm
poppin'
Only
God
can
judge
me
I
ain't
fuckin'
with
your
honor
Told
'em
send
the
boss
and
I
said
why
I
would
be
honored
Better
fuck
that
check
Better
fuck
that
check
up
Better
fuck
that
check
Better
fuck
that
check
up
Better
fuck
that
check
Better
fuck
that
check
up
Better
fuck
that
check
Better
fuck
that
check
up
Finally
I
can
do
my
thing
and
get
these
hatin'
bitches
off
me
Smokin'
on
that
(Cough)
Got
a
nigga
coughin'
Money
too
short?
I'm
Kelis
bitch
I'm
bossy
Ran
it
up
and
now
I'm
never
worried
what
the
cost
be
Better
fuck
that
check
Better
fuck
that
check
up
Better
fuck
that
check
Better
fuck
that
check
up
Better
fuck
that
check
Better
fuck
that
check
up
Better
fuck
that
check
Better
fuck
that
check
up
See
I
am
not
from
Harlem
But
I
gotta
shake
these
niggas
off
They
call
me
sugar
daddy
Way
I
fuckin'
break
these
bitches
off
You
bitches
residue
And
yes
I'm
'bouta
scrape
you
bitches
off
They
thought
they
seen
the
light
But
now
I'm
'bouta
make
these
bitches
lost
Okay
now
I
think
I
get
it
My
talent
got
these
hoes
livid
The
way
I
d-d-d-did
it
Bitch
I'm
the
boss
like
I'm
Diddy?
The
way
my
coochie
sit
pretty
Bitch
you
should
know
he
committed
I'm
spittin'
fax
like
a
printer
He
say
relax
you
my
dinner
I
just
lay
back
and
say
"Ok
you
got
it"
I
got
'em
pussy
whipped
I
keep
that
nigga
in
my
pocket
Mhm
mhm
Want
me
walk-in
What
you
talking?
He
call
me
good
mouth
(Why?)
'Cause
I
be
fuckin'
flossin'
You
nasty
in
the
head
for
thinking
I
was
talking
'bout
the
neck
I
think
you
better
use
your
manners
with
me
Hoe
where
yo
respect?
Bitch
you
Gina
and
I'm
Martin
Girl
you
better
fuckin'
step
Tell
me
why
these
bitches
mad
Because
I'm
fuckin'
up
a
check
Mhm
mhm
I
ain't
never
worried
bout
the
spot
because
I
got
it
Ask
'em
why
they
mad
And
they
'gon
tell
you
cause
I'm
poppin'
Only
God
can
judge
me
I
ain't
fuckin'
with
your
honor
Told
'em
send
the
boss
and
I
said
why
I
would
be
honored
Better
fuck
that
check
Better
fuck
that
check
up
Better
fuck
that
check
Better
fuck
that
check
up
Better
fuck
that
check
Better
fuck
that
check
up
Better
fuck
that
check
Better
fuck
that
check
up
Finally
I
can
do
my
thing
and
get
these
hatin'
bitches
off
me
Smokin'
on
that
(Cough)
Got
a
nigga
coughin'
Money
too
short?
I'm
Kelis
bitch
I'm
bossy
Ran
it
up
and
now
I'm
never
worried
what
the
cost
be
Better
fuck
that
check
Better
fuck
that
check
up
Better
fuck
that
check
Better
fuck
that
check
up
Better
fuck
that
check
Better
fuck
that
check
up
(Kotic)
Better
fuck
that
check
(Yeah)
Better
fuck
that
check
up
I
be
on
so
many
different
levels
like
an
elevator
Hear
them
talking
shit
They
Boosie
bad
They
getting
hella
faded
I
be
snapping
on
a
beat
You
bitches
can't
keep
a
cadence
I'm
Top
10
Most
Wanted
Lethal
Dangerous
(Yikes!)
Pissing
on
these
bitches
Pulled
off
on
the
side
road
Wonder
if
they
mad
I
push
bars
with
my
eyes
closed
Pressed
from
the
pressure
universe
made
a
diamond
They
be
on
that
fake
shit
sounding
like
Dylan
Check
ya
vision
Look
bitch
I'm
an
icon
Love
a
hood
nigga
that
click
cannons
like
Nikons
Underground
queen
Rep
it
like
a
borough
You
can
get
this
work
when
you
off
Bitch
you
furloughed
I
do
it
for
the
culture
Nah
I
ain't
Cardi
My
wins
got
they
pressure
up
Niggas
looking
salty
Dancing
like
Mary
J.
and
I
brush
a
nigga
off
me
I
got
that
drip
Yeah
I'm
saucy
(Drip)
(Drip,
drip,
drip)
(Drip,
drip,
drip)
(Drip,
drip,
drip)
(Drip,
drip)
Wait
hoe
Let
me
put
my
wig
on
I'ma
show
y'all
how
to
become
a
icon
Tap
tap
Hello?
Is
my
mic
on?
The
bag
is
Gucci
Oxblood
Python
Not
bad
for
a
fat
bitch
And
if
we
fucking
we
'gon
need
a
bigger
mattress
Balenciaga
on
my
feet
make
ya
headboard
squeak
I'ma
straight
shooter
better
get
a
towel
for
ya
sheets
(Ahh!)
My
vest
Kevlar
You
can't
stop
my
bag
the
bitch
Telfar
I
put
niggas
to
work
like
I
was
HR
And
have
'em
shooting
on
my
chest
like
a
AR
Can
you
smell
it?
You
wanna
taste?
Open
your
mouth
while
I
put
it
in
your
face
(Yup!)
'Cause
bitch
I'm
extra
Swag
on
Sylvester
Ball
in
my
court
and
the
flow
on
Elektra
I
ain't
never
worried
bout
the
spot
because
I
got
it
Ask
'em
why
they
mad
And
they
'gon
tell
you
cause
I'm
poppin'
Only
God
can
judge
me
I
ain't
fuckin'
with
your
honor
Told
'em
send
the
boss
and
I
said
why
I
would
be
honored
Better
fuck
that
check
Better
fuck
that
check
up
(Uh!)
Better
fuck
that
check
Better
fuck
that
check
up
(Uh!)
Better
fuck
that
check
Better
fuck
that
check
up
(Uh!)
Better
fuck
that
check
Better
fuck
that
check
up
(Yeah!)
Finally
I
can
do
my
thing
and
get
these
hatin'
bitches
off
me
Smokin'
on
that
(Cough)
Got
a
nigga
coughin'
Money
too
short?
I'm
Kelis
bitch
I'm
bossy
Ran
it
up
and
now
I'm
never
worried
what
the
cost
be
Better
fuck
that
check
Better
fuck
that
check
up
(Uh!)
Better
fuck
that
check
Better
fuck
that
check
up
(Uh!)
Better
fuck
that
check
Better
fuck
that
check
up
(Uh!)
Better
fuck
that
check
Better
fuck
that
check
up
(Yeah!)
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