CATARAPS
Verse1
[Sugg Savage]
f** wit ya girl lyrics straight from the cooka
Zipping thru your city hoodied, zippity dooda
Antics to move ya, a future cougar
Keep my sky bluer, with the bull on the fewer
I was a loser, or I am a loser, but what is a loser?
When you got them puters, and you got computer
And we got the wifi. Twitter getting high five, no bye byes, with no eyes
Hot sauce on French fries, snap pics wit yo nigs
Then compare your dick size, got no lives
But you living lavida loca, and the sh** the come out your boca
Make a Savage want to choke ya, but Im cla**y
Flashy and raspy, pinky up sipping high tea, with my peeps
While you was bumping ozzy in your Cosby Sweater
Abercrombie Adolf hipster Nazi, I'm hip to the falsies
Soft as Ben and Jerry, all you Pinhead Larrys
Im f**ing Dirty Dan, blood of the lamb all in my curry
Fans be kind of scary, but I don't bite, I'm not Mike
Enticing yes sir, no sir, Omarosa toned sipping mimosas
Hmm I guess that Im grown up, Hmm I guess that its time for me to own up
To f**ing student loans but I never pick that phone up
Let it ring with middle fingers thrown up
fu*k YOU!
(1,2,3 uh)
f** wit ya girl lyrics straight from the cooka (8)
Verse 2
[Sloane Amelia]
Irie In the building, Irie came to k** em
Harder than ever to tell who's right & who's the villain
That's alright cause how Im feeling
All of y'all can be my victims
Every single last one can get the mother f**in business
Cause you wasn't wit me when I was slaving up in the kitchen
But now you wanna sit at my table?
Got to know you're f**in tripping
This ain't about no handouts. This my route
Put in work to get this here crown
Now bow down
(Irie came to conquer)
Irie came to conquer, you could never stop her, stop her
(and I will not falter)
Number one chief rocker, number one sh** talker, talker
(Irie came to conquer)
Now there's a lot of sh** that's being brought up
(and i will not falter)
And your Tropical Prodigal Rasta Daughters' honored
Like I don't know what you been doing. Please
Like i don't know what you been doing. Please
Like I don't know what I'm doing . Please
I'd rather go under siege than die looking up from my knees
(You don't know me (x4))
f** with your girl, lyrics straight from the Cougar (x8)
Verse 3
[Sugg Savge]
Top gun shooter young spitter with the hooters
Deadly venom sick em. Stingy with the cooter
Mic and a Heineken straight from the cooler
Sipping and delivering the word and the neuter
[Sloane Amelia]
The kitty got no pity's for all of your didn't knows
Take that ignorant a** and read between the idioms
Idiots, Living oblivious
[Sugg Savage]
Call me Suggerton Savagi
From PG like Taraji
But similar to the Sushi Roll established in Cali
Pot heads and sober Sallies
Me dread me dilly dally
Busting a** for a paycheck scrubbing Pitts and Border Collies
As I concentrate to medicate the real estate as they await
Alive, Awake, Alert
Alive, Awake, Alert
f**ing with us may just
Catch you in your jugulars
I Juggernaut you little snot them gimmicks for your mom and pops
[Sloane Amelia]
You don't know we (4X)
[Sugg Savage]
f** with your girl lyrics straight from the Cooka
f** with yourselves you are straight from the Cooka
f** the world and what it does to the Cooka
The bodies that embody that primordial soup, yea