Innit

Innit

Bunnab

Альбом: Innit
Длительность: 2:48
Год: 2025
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Yo YK
Yeah Bunna talk to these mothafuckin' people
What the fuck goin' on
They been asking for this shit we gotta give it to 'em
They been wantin' on this shit
Let's ride then Bunna

I'm talk 'bout innit (I'm talk 'bout innit)
And if he want the cat, he gotta spend it (He gotta spend it)
He claim he smack this shit no he didn't (Know he lyin')
Can't be runnin' 'round the city like we did it (What the fuck)
Droppin' salt, why you fuckin' up my image (Up my image)
Can't let him hit it cause he tryna tell the business
Hmmm, won't fuck him, won't suck him, can't kiss him
Can-can-can't let him hit it cause he tryna tell the business
Hmmm, won't fuck him, won't suck him, can't kiss him (at all)

They know this pussy like a faucet (I'm talm 'bout faucеt)
I throw this wham all on his body (Ooh)
He eat this shit, I'm talm 'bout sloppy (I'm talm 'bout sloppy)
This nigga beggin' me to stop it (Why he beg)
I like to ride it (Like to ride), I'm talm 'bout rodeo (I'm talm 'bout rodeo)
That's my shit (Huh), and I'm his ho
He mine, I'm his, he nutted, couldn't last in it
It's wet, got grip, feel good, come slide in it

Throw it, throw it, throw it, throw that wham
Shake it, shake it, shake it around
You better throw it in a circle (Throw it)
Nut in it, boy, you know this pussy fertile (This shit so fertile)

And if he want the cat, he got to spend it (He got to spend it)
He claimed he smacked this shit, no he didn't (Know he lyin')
Can't be runnin' 'round the city like we did it (What the fuck)
Droppin' salt, why you fuckin' up my image (Up my image)
Can't let him hit it, 'cause he tryna tell the business
Hmmm, won't fuck him, won't suck him, can't kiss him
Can-can-can't let him hit, cause he tryna tell the business (Mhm)
Hmmm, won't fuck him, won't suck him, can't kiss him (At all)

He say I'm pretty
If you love me better die for this kitty
Itty bitty titty committee
Ain't got chest but throwin' ass in the city
Big booty, peanut butter thicky
Chocolate like a candy bar and this shit so sticky
(I'm talm 'bout sticky)
He like it and he wanna wife it
How many times I gotta say its like a faucet (I'm talm 'bout water)

Throw it, throw it, throw it, throw that wham
Shake it, shake it, shake it around
You better throw it in a circle (Throw it)
Nut in it, boy, you know this pussy fertile (This shit so fertile)

And if he want the cat, he got to spend it (He got to spend it)
He claimed he smacked this shit, no he didn't (No he didn't)
Can't be runnin' 'round the city like we did it (What the fuck)
Droppin' salt, why you fuckin' up my image
Can't let him hit it, 'cause he tryna tell the business
Hmmm, won't fuck him, won't suck him, can't kiss him
Can-can-can't let him hit, cause he tryna tell the business
Hmmm, won't fuck him, won't suck him, can't kiss him