Текст песни WTF U Mean - Sticcy Flournoy

Whoooaaaaaa
Daammnn
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Nigga wtf u mean
Yea im a felon out here still thuggin wit a 44 in my jeans
Too explicit for yo TV screen runnin up money no taxes on it
Uncle Sam still cryin like a lil bitch you gotta come catch me homie
Im shinin hard like new cut diamonds wtf u mean
Full of that gas you on stress boy wtf u mean
I talk my shit how i want no one touchin me
Wit anyone boy its up dere wtf u mean

Bitch i got flavor this nigga got taste money gettin long like its growin wit Faiith
I dont fuck wit 12 the cops or the time if the show at 12 im showin up late
Sig 40 on me make a opp deflate eatin so greedy take food off yo plate
Ooze god bitch ima pour up a 8 awready jus took a 4 to the face
You flinch on a stick up i'll blow you away he jus caught 4 to the face
New shipment in had it gone in a day don't worry homie got mo on the way
He claimin he real we know he a snake fuck it set him up and use him for bait
Pretty girl on me and sex is great no YG but she say i look like bae
Skippin recess cuz a nigga don't play blowin up sexy bitch im black dynamite
Don't play wit hoes i run em like Money Mike catch me a case laugh it off like Funny Mike
Errwhere i go im lit like a bic smokin my opps put em all on the pit
She got A cups but i still like her tits killed her wit the daddy stroke at the Ritz

Nigga wtf u mean
Yea im a felon out here still thuggin wit a 44 in my jeans
Too explicit for yo TV screen runnin up money no taxes on it
Uncle Sam still cryin like a lil bitch you gotta come catch me homie
Im shinin hard like new cut diamonds wtf u mean
Full of that gas you on stress boy wtf u mean
I talk my shit how i want no one touchin me
Wit anyone boy its up dere wtf u mean

I don't pick my fights get in my way ima turn off yo lights
Cookin up trouble im hotter then spice rough alley cat im killin the mice
My trap made a killin tonight move thru the streets like a thief in the night
She at my zipper while clutchin the pipe plus she so bad im fuckin her twice
I must say im livin the life bitch im cool as Miller on ice
White girl all in the pot beat that bitch up they gon think im Ray Rice
Nigga scoot up on yo block hit that bitch up dizzy from spinnin all night
Gold teeth shine grinnin at night if I see a opp I'm sinnin on sight
Rae Sremmurd hoe i got no type errthang i do dey bite like Mike
Sexy dark skin chick rock my mic 44 bulldog bite bite bite
Diss me online im not gon type see you on tour slap you on sight
Pussy ass niggas all bark no bite like chief keef that's shit i don't like

Nigga wtf u mean
Yea im a felon out here still thuggin wit a 44 in my jeans
Too explicit for yo TV screen runnin up money no taxes on it
Uncle Sam still cryin like a lil bitch you gotta come catch me homie
WTF nigga?