Testo CUNT - Flyana Boss
Testo della canzone CUNT (Flyana Boss), tratta dall'album CUNT - Single
No yeah, when men are cunts, it's like oh "he's such a boss"
But when women are bosses, they're like oh
This one's for the cunts
Judge a bitch all you want
Still riding this hoe on top
Put your man on a leash, he a bum
We sexy, we thick, we hot
This one's for the cunts
Big titties, big booty, slim waist
Fine shit so cunt
Could never give a fuck what you think, cunt
Give me everything you fucking own
The credit cards, the money, and the gold
You don't even know what to fucking do with it
I know what to do
The little bitches trynna get their rent paid
Imma need you to take me to the bank
And add me to everything bitch
Seems I look too good for this conversation
Love myself with no hesitation
I'm the master ain't no debate-tion
Causing all these sick fucks frustration
Can't read me hoe, I riddle
Peter Pan me, taste my skittles
Want my worth, no meeting in the middle
Made me wait so now I want triple
Bitch, from the bottom to the top, I'm a switch
Ride that stick, I'm a witch
Swipe my face card, I'm rich
This one's for the cunts
Judge a bitch all you want
Still riding this hoe on top
Put your man on a leash, he a bum
We sexy, we thick, we hot
This one's for the cunts
Big titties, big booty, slim waist
Fine shit so cunt, cunt, cunt, cunt
This pussy got a gift, but it ain't no gift for you
Kiss ass, I ain't got shit for you
Bring my money, I don't play about my payment
Find your bones at the bottom of my basement
Three more kids then I wanna get my body done
Ass shots, hubby love it get another one
Nip nip tuck, baby don't slip up
Triple D perked up
Paint job, cream truck
Lalala, I don't mean to offend
Lalala, I'm never mean to my fans
And yes, I will sign your titties
This one's for the cunts
Judge a bitch all you want
Still riding this hoe on top
Put your man on a leash, he a bum
We sexy, we thick, we hot
This one's for the cunts
Big titties, big booty, slim waist
Fine shit so cunt
Could never give a fuck what you think
Give me everything you fucking own
The credit cards, the money and the gold
You don't even know what to fucking do with it
I know what to do
The little bitches trynna get their rent paid
Imma need you to take me to the bank
And add me to everything bitch
You better stay away
No bitch, I don't want your n***a anyway
No way, I don't want him
Bitch he not even my type
That ain't what I like
He better stay away cause I just might
Bitch slap him in the face
I don't want to kink shame
But that might be what he like
That ain't what I like
Big titties, big booty, slim waist
Big titties, big booty, slim waist
Give me everything you fucking own
Cunt
Big titties, big booty, slim waist
Add me to everything bitch
Cunt
Credits
Writer(s): Breyan Stanley Isaac, Mark Gozman, Folayan Kunerede, Bobbi Lanea Tyler, Anthony Arena Iii
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