Teletubies lyrics

[Intro]
Mm, Mm-mmm
Yuh, Mmm-mmm
Yuh yuh yuh

[Verse 1]
They up with the vibe, the night off
Spend the night then I'm f*cking the lights out
Spray the drums I should cut all sum lights off
Paper chasin I'm hustling from the corner
I remember I was sleepin' on the floors
Being real never came with awards
A whole lotta fake friends in war
On this rap n*gga sh*t what for?
Upping scope with a point on the board
Making money moves I'm getting rich for the boys
N*gga go through a lot so I pray to the Lord
I don't go for a lot playa sh*t to the core

[Chorus]
Nah I don't do no hugging
f*ck that lil b*tch then I go I cannot be hubby
I cannot be a buddy, f*ck on a hoe then I go I j hope she don't love me
Pocket fat Teletubbies, all of these motherf*ckers chubby take racks out they stomach
And the trench is a dungeon, I throw that d*ck down her throat like a motherf*ckin' punch
VV cold like a tundra, breaking down on you still running but it get exciting
We come home from nothing, my young n*ggas hustlin' just so we could turn into something
[Verse 2]
Gucci, Ooh, Zara Sweater, Givenchy shoes and Dolce leather
If a n*gga wanna die I got personal stretchers
Like the ambulance, I got these personal stretchers
In the boat, they wasn't paddlin', that why I left
That lil ho ain't average, that why I love her
My family would die for me, that why I love 'em
These n*ggas is pussies, so def' I ain't stuntin'
I'm killing 'em, I put these f*ck n*ggas under
I'm drilling, n*gga will shoot up the summer
I'm feeling it, a young n*gga hot as a sauna
These b*tches on di*k come get me horny
Bad b*tch, gimme drop
He want sum' pus*y, that n*gga a dummy
We got dropped 'cause his dumbass [?]
Can't do nun but laugh, but this sh*t ain't funny

[Chorus]
Nah I don't do no hugging
f*ck that lil b*tch then I go I cannot be hubby
I cannot be a buddy, f*ck on a hoe then I go I j hope she don't love me
Pocket fat Teletubbies, all of these motherf*ckers chubby take racks out they stomach
And the trench is a dungeon, I throw that d*ck down her throat like a motherf*ckin' punch
VV cold like a tundra, breaking down on you still running but it get exciting
We come home from nothing, my young n*ggas hustlin' just so we could turn into something