b*tches luv Kunt lyrics

[Intro: KUNTFETISH]
b*tches love KUNT
b*tches love KUNT

[Verse 1: KUNTFETISH]
b*tches love KUNT
I'm a big dog, you a runt
Don't you try to get beside me
b*tch, don't ask to hit my blunt
When I walk up in a party, b*tch
Stun, stun, stun
I don't want to spend no time with you
I wanna spend your bands
When I walk up in the party
Act like b*tches flee the scene
Three grams of molly in my system
Geek, geek, geek
Better f*ck up out my face, lil' b*tch
I think I'm finna peak
Boric acid in my pus*y, so my pus*y finna leak

[Chorus: KUNTFETISH]
b*tches, b*tches, b*tches
b*tches love KUNT
b*tches love KUNT
b*tches, b*tches love KUNT
Yeah
[Verse 2: KUNTFETISH]
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I'm the emo Mona Lisa
And my body smoking hot
Yeah, smoking like some reefer
pus*y ho is acting slow
So KUNTFETISH had to teach 'em
Do I want Mikayla, Daisy, Lisa
Or I want miss Keisha
Molly making my eyes bug out
b*tch, I'm looking like a creature
Ditch my converse for the night
And I'm slipping on my pleasers
Ditch my boxers for the night
b*tch I'm slipping on my thong
And I'm tryna get high
It's a [?] in my bong
If you wanna hit this, gotta be wide, gotta be long
b*tches swear that they my sons
But they doing it at all wrong
They like "KUNT, where you at?"
f*cking your man to my song
I swear b*tches is so broke
Think they need to get a loan
And he say he love my voice
Say he like the way I'm on
pus*y you can't get my number, I ain't even got a phone
[Verse 3: Baby Tate]
b*tches acting like they hate me
But I know that they love Baby
I ignoring, you my daughter
Uh-huh, you can call me Stacey
Yes, I got it going on
Don't get my order wrong
These n*ggas still in sauce
'Cause they can't afford a loan
Broke b*tches, it discusting me
I'm truly feeling sick
Get your man, off my gram
'Cause he's drooling on my pics
Like gross (Ew) hating hoes do the most (Eh)
Ho, you know you wanna eat this pus*y off the bone
That's why you always got me in your mouth
You love the taste of me
I'm so scared of money, swear to god it's always chasing me
Ahh! I'm rich, you can suck my pickle, b*tch, I'm rich
Choke on that note, cpr no heimlich
You know I love popping tags, I'm it
pus*y ho come catch me
I'm the baddest b*tch, the cops need to arrest me
You know I f*ck with white b*tches
I love KUNT way more than Becky
And I love getting brain
Come tell your man come give me biggie
And you know what I'ma tell him
Slurp me up just like spaghetti (Ou)
[Outro: Baby Tate]
b*tches love Baby, b*tches love Baby
b*tches love Baby, b*tches love Baby
b*tches love Baby, b*tches love Baby
They try act like they hate me but these b*tches love Baby
(Mwah, and I love you too hm hm hm hm hm hm hm)