Cuz We Did lyrics

[Intro: TaTa]
Four one shots to the head (Trey, Trey, TreyBVNDO)
Yeah
It's Mr. Everything Dead
Damn, damn, damn
Grrah (Grr, baow)

[Chorus: TaTa]
I'm off the lean, and some percs (Perkies)
Like damn, shawty a flirt (Damn, damn)
She be ready no matter the time, we gon' go to the back, I'ma lift up her skirt (I'ma lift up her skirt)
In the stu' and I'm posted wit' Drew (Drewski)
Double M, n*gga, I'm wit' the flous (Flouski)
And this b*tch told me that she in love, not just with me, she in love with the crew (She in love with thе gang)
Car-Cartier frames I'ma shoot through the lеns (Grr)
I'm the demon, this block we bend (Damn, damn, damn)
Up to heaven is where he get sent (That n*gga get sent)
Like, sh*t get sticky I pass it to Trent
On-On the beat n*ggas know I'ma tweak
Like damn, shawty a neak
Like damn, shawty a freak (Like, damn)
I'm tryna see what she do in them sheets

[Verse 1: TaTa]
Like, I'm tryna see what she do in that bed (Facts, facts)
EBK, n*ggas heard what I said (Damn)
And brodie might slide, like sled (Skrrt)
No outside clothes on my bed, b*tch
Don't wanna f*ck, I want head, b*tch (Damn)
Damn, aim at his head, b*tch
Make sure he's dead (b*tch)
These n*ggas know Mr. Everything Dead (Mr. Everything Dead)
Damn, damn, off the drugs, I be gettin' a rush (Like, bro)
On my way to the top, in a rush (In a rush)
And she tryna have a conversation, I don't wanna talk to you, I wanna f*ck (I wanna f*ck)
Like damn, I wanna rump (I wanna rump)
If that boy run, he gon' run out of luck (Gon' run out of what?)
Yeah, he sayin' he on Court', but he suck
Like, red beam on the gun, I'ma dump (Grrah, baow)
(Why does everybody think we f*cked?)
Like grrah, 'cause we did (Smashed)
Like, I had my di*k in her ribs (Her ribs)
Like, I put that thing on her lips (Look at that sh*t)
She be telling everyone we f*cked (Damn)
I'm like, "Damn, this b*tch don't get enough?" (What the f*ck?)
She always get me in trouble with b*tches (On bro)
And I be tryna tell this b*tch to hush
[Verse 2: Kyle Richh]
Like, I can't f*ck if that b*tch is a munch (Like, what?)
Need a baddie to tote on my gun (Like, damn)
f*ck-f*ck a title I'm tryna have fun (Like, what?)
Don't wanna love, 'cause we still young (Like, damn)
Too-too many doopties, I want one (Doopties)
You a thot, I can't give you my energy
But for my baby, I'm lettin' it dump (Like)
If you want me, then say it, like we grown why the f*ck is you playin'? (Like, damn)
And I got a thing for you too, but you would know if you picked up the phone
And I fell in love with your moan, hand on her face I'm in love with her skin tone (Damn)
I-I know the feelings they deaded, like, can we f*ck and still be friends?
(Why does everybody think we f*cked?)
Like-Like, damn (f*cked)
'Cause you makin' it hot (Like)
Come here, one more shot
Like, it's a movie, party don't stop (Movie)
My baby Jamaican, I pull on her dreadlocks (Dreadlocks)
I love my b*tch, and my red dot
And these n*ggas dissin', it's deadpop

[Chorus: TaTa]
I'm off the lean, and some percs (Perkies)
Like damn, shawty a flirt (Damn, damn)
She be ready no matter the time, we gon' go to the back, I'ma lift up her skirt( I'ma lift up her skirt)
In the stu' and I'm posted wit' Drew (Drewski)
Double M, n*gga, I'm wit' the flous (Flouski)
And this b*tch told me that she in love, not just with me, she in love with the crew (She in love with the gang)
Car-Cartier frames I'ma shoot through the lens (Grr)
I'm the demon, this block we bend (Damn, damn, damn)
Up to heaven is where he get sent (That n*gga get sent)
Like, sh*t get sticky I pass it to Trend
On-On the beat n*ggas know I'ma tweak
Like damn, shawty a neak
Like damn, shawty a freak (Like damn)
I'm tryna see what she do in them sheets

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