Lustin lyrics

by

Lil Gotit



[Intro]
Hazel
Yeah
Top chef

[Chorus]
I'm lustin' on this b*tch, [?] on her wrist
She opened up her mouth and she swallowed all my spit
I'm f*ckin' on this b*tch, yeah, that's my freaky lil' b*tch
That pus*y like a robbery, she takin' all the di*k
We havin' all this money, ain't no way we runnin' out
Her legs open wide when I walk inside the house
I'm like Nick with this Cannon, baby girl, I'm wildin' out
Whatever I ride in, baby girl, it probably cost

[Verse 1]
No hesi', fly you in, I can show you what I'm 'bout
These n*ggas good at runnin', all they do is run they mouth
Ran it up for thirty days, I done made it through the drought
I be waitin' for her to pay, I can't wait to air it out
Been stuffin' on this kid
Precision with this drip and I put Richard on her wrist
Goyard bag 5k, I'm boardin' with your rent
No f*ckin' tired day, we gettin' more rich
Long as I throw this money she gon' do more tricks
[Chorus]
I'm lustin' on this b*tch, [?] on her wrist
She opened up her mouth and she swallowed all my spit
I'm f*ckin' on this b*tch, yeah, that's my freaky lil' b*tch
That pus*y like a robbery, she takin' all the di*k
We havin' all this money, ain't no way we runnin' out
Her legs open wide when I walk inside the house
I'm like Nick with this Cannon, baby girl, I'm wildin' out
Whatever I ride in, baby girl, it probably cost

[Verse 2]
Get a play, I'm drippin' sauce, go house away the boss
It's crazy how dead presidents can get you in her drawers
These n*ggas show they flaws, I'm the realest of 'em all
No local joker, Hood Baby the biggest of 'em all
Hood Baby tatted on my neck, she grippin' on that
Yeah, we skippin' town, me and her catchin' jet lag
Forever with my rounds but they cannot know the stash
I copped that b*tch a Jag' when I got inside my bag

[Chorus]
I'm lustin' on this b*tch, [?] on her wrist
She opened up her mouth and she swallowed all my spit
I'm f*ckin' on this b*tch, yeah, that's my freaky lil' b*tch
That pus*y like a robbery, she takin' all the di*k
We havin' all this money, ain't no way we runnin' out
Her legs open wide when I walk inside the house
I'm like Nick with this Cannon, baby girl, I'm wildin' out
Whatever I ride in, baby girl, it probably cost
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