Текст песни Messy - Fuzz Rico

Dupri we goin' crazy
Yeah, Yeah

Had to leave my ex, too messy
Can't let not naan hoe stress me
Shakin' ass on the gram, you flexin'
Got y'all hoes mad y'all guessin
I styled your arms baguettes
Count the money that's racks fetty
Had to leave my ex, too messy
Can't let not naan hoe stress me

Had to leave my bitch she average
Built a new freak hoe she a savage
Let her swipe get right with the plastic
Last bitch wasn't nothin' but practice
Got her shakin' her ass for days
Heard about your new nigga fugazi
See you taught him my old ways
He don't know you go both ways
Tell 'em come through if they nasty
Need a bitch givin' head in the backseat
Tattoo my name on your ass cheeks
I'll eat the pussy you don't gotta ask me
Hit it once it's mine forever
Actin' like you don't know no better
Who you know get your shit wetter
Do this shit easy no effort

Had to leave my ex, too messy
Can't let not naan hoe stress me
Shakin' ass on the gram, you flexin'
Got y'all hoes mad y'all guessin
I styled your arms baguettes
Count the money that's racks fetty
Had to leave my ex, too messy
Can't let not naan hoe stress me
Had to leave my ex, too messy
Can't let not naan hoe stress me
Shakin' ass on the gram, you flexin'
Got y'all hoes mad y'all guessin
I styled your arms baguettes
Count the money that's racks fetty
Had to leave my ex, too messy
Can't let not naan hoe stress me

I don't want no bitch that's easy
Went 'n got her two pairs she greedy
Got an onlyfans page she freaky
Finna pin her to the wall like a tv
I'ma hit it from the front to back
Spendin' money on her racks
Who you know do this like that
Turned you out yeah just like that
Got a new piece she nice
Shorty give head like lice
She you shakin' ass for the likes
Put your broke heart in some rice
She makin' that ass bounce
Count the money then pass out
Subbin' me for fast clout
That's shit I laugh about

Had to leave my ex, too messy
Can't let not naan hoe stress me
Shakin' ass on the gram, you flexin'
Got y'all hoes mad y'all guessin
I styled your arms baguettes
Count the money that's racks fetty
Had to leave my ex, too messy
Can't let not naan hoe stress me
Had to leave my ex, too messy
Can't let not naan hoe stress me
Shakin' ass on the gram, you flexin'
Got y'all hoes mad y'all guessin
I styled your arms baguettes
Count the money that's racks fetty
Had to leave my ex, too messy
Can't let not naan hoe stress me

You don't know your girl better than I do