Murciélago
KUJO got the sauce, I just need the fuckin' rolls
Pseudo pills popped, she be schemin' on the low
Ain't no top, I need Murciélago
Push the gas like I'm off the fuckin' road
What's your name?
Who you claim?
Who are you?
I don't fuck wit' fakes, they only hit you when you blew
I don't want that bitch unless she fuckin' in the stu'
Run a check, on her due
Cuban Links, with a view, ooh
Heard she wanna come over, ain't that your girl?
Now I'm wearing my sweatshirt but my name ain't Earl
Dirty Faygo, you know I go Blueberry
I got that bitch hit it raw, no missionary
Yeah we 'bout it, and now we 'bout to blow
Alright fuck it, let me switch the flow
Pissin' on the hellcat in the ass you know she throw it back
Got that Patek on my wrist
Sling my chopper it can't miss
She suck me like a tick
I got that Flair, Rick
Her ass fat, she thick
You smoking mid, ain't no boof pack
Riding on me yeah she grippin' on my ballsack
Fillin' up my cup, no I can't spill
'Boutta pass right out no NyQuil
Imma paint her face, just like plaster
We got Jo on the beat, yeah you know it's mastered
KUJO got the sauce, I just need the fuckin' rolls
Pseudo pills popped, she be schemin' on the low
Ain't no top, I need Murciélago
Push the gas like I'm off the fuckin' road
What's your name?
Who you claim?
Who are you?
I don't fuck wit' fakes, they only hit you when you blew
I don't want that bitch unless she fuckin' in the stu'
Run a check, on her due
Cuban Links, with a view, ooh
With a view, cause the way that I was lookin' wasn't true
Got-got a new whip while my attitude was blue, ooh-oh
Every day I'm sitting out in Malibu
Style stay ice, so cold, like a caribou
I switch like Nintendo
I stay down, crescendo
I think I'm bout to blow like some Coke with the Mentos
You been woke, been chosen
Out in that Benz wagon
Get yourself life homie, not how you been living
More women, more money
More problems, can't solve 'em
I'm often, long jogging
Wishing Papa John would come back
I stay high on facts
T-Swift is wack
There I said it and I ain't ever taking that back
I'm back in that black, shades stay attached
Everything is smoke, gone like the wind
Can't seem to win, so Imma just chill and enjoy what I can
See ya
KUJO got the sauce, I just need the fuckin' rolls
Pseudo pills popped, she be schemin' on the low
Ain't no top, I need Murciélago
Push the gas like I'm off the fuckin' road
What's your name?
Who you claim?
Who are you?
I don't fuck wit' fakes, they only hit you when you blew
I don't want that bitch unless she fuckin' in the stu'
Run a check, on her due
Cuban Links, with a view, ooh
Order up a Penthouse
I like it how she get down
Robitussin, eight ounce
Down it then I drown out
Ooh
Jacuzzi suited with a Uzi, how could I just shoot her
Coochie pressed between my face, ooh, now my tooth hurt
Crushed prednisone, I might take 12 for the booster
Pluto, that Uber, I'm zoomin'
I'm KUJO, a shooter, we movin'
I'm KUJO, a shooter, we move
KUJO got the sauce, I just need the fuckin' rolls
Pseudo pills popped, she be schemin' on the low
Ain't no top, I need Murciélago
Push the gas like I'm off the fuckin' road
What's your name?
Who you claim?
Who are you?
I don't fuck wit' fakes, they only hit you when you blew
I don't want that bitch unless she fuckin' in the stu'
Run a check, on her due
Cuban Links, with a view, ooh
Pseudo pills popped, she be schemin' on the low
Ain't no top, I need Murciélago
Push the gas like I'm off the fuckin' road
What's your name?
Who you claim?
Who are you?
I don't fuck wit' fakes, they only hit you when you blew
I don't want that bitch unless she fuckin' in the stu'
Run a check, on her due
Cuban Links, with a view, ooh
Heard she wanna come over, ain't that your girl?
Now I'm wearing my sweatshirt but my name ain't Earl
Dirty Faygo, you know I go Blueberry
I got that bitch hit it raw, no missionary
Yeah we 'bout it, and now we 'bout to blow
Alright fuck it, let me switch the flow
Pissin' on the hellcat in the ass you know she throw it back
Got that Patek on my wrist
Sling my chopper it can't miss
She suck me like a tick
I got that Flair, Rick
Her ass fat, she thick
You smoking mid, ain't no boof pack
Riding on me yeah she grippin' on my ballsack
Fillin' up my cup, no I can't spill
'Boutta pass right out no NyQuil
Imma paint her face, just like plaster
We got Jo on the beat, yeah you know it's mastered
KUJO got the sauce, I just need the fuckin' rolls
Pseudo pills popped, she be schemin' on the low
Ain't no top, I need Murciélago
Push the gas like I'm off the fuckin' road
What's your name?
Who you claim?
Who are you?
I don't fuck wit' fakes, they only hit you when you blew
I don't want that bitch unless she fuckin' in the stu'
Run a check, on her due
Cuban Links, with a view, ooh
With a view, cause the way that I was lookin' wasn't true
Got-got a new whip while my attitude was blue, ooh-oh
Every day I'm sitting out in Malibu
Style stay ice, so cold, like a caribou
I switch like Nintendo
I stay down, crescendo
I think I'm bout to blow like some Coke with the Mentos
You been woke, been chosen
Out in that Benz wagon
Get yourself life homie, not how you been living
More women, more money
More problems, can't solve 'em
I'm often, long jogging
Wishing Papa John would come back
I stay high on facts
T-Swift is wack
There I said it and I ain't ever taking that back
I'm back in that black, shades stay attached
Everything is smoke, gone like the wind
Can't seem to win, so Imma just chill and enjoy what I can
See ya
KUJO got the sauce, I just need the fuckin' rolls
Pseudo pills popped, she be schemin' on the low
Ain't no top, I need Murciélago
Push the gas like I'm off the fuckin' road
What's your name?
Who you claim?
Who are you?
I don't fuck wit' fakes, they only hit you when you blew
I don't want that bitch unless she fuckin' in the stu'
Run a check, on her due
Cuban Links, with a view, ooh
Order up a Penthouse
I like it how she get down
Robitussin, eight ounce
Down it then I drown out
Ooh
Jacuzzi suited with a Uzi, how could I just shoot her
Coochie pressed between my face, ooh, now my tooth hurt
Crushed prednisone, I might take 12 for the booster
Pluto, that Uber, I'm zoomin'
I'm KUJO, a shooter, we movin'
I'm KUJO, a shooter, we move
KUJO got the sauce, I just need the fuckin' rolls
Pseudo pills popped, she be schemin' on the low
Ain't no top, I need Murciélago
Push the gas like I'm off the fuckin' road
What's your name?
Who you claim?
Who are you?
I don't fuck wit' fakes, they only hit you when you blew
I don't want that bitch unless she fuckin' in the stu'
Run a check, on her due
Cuban Links, with a view, ooh
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Writer(s): Anthony Paulus
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