(Wake up, F1lthy)
Urus pink like molly, huh, yeah, yeah, Urus pink like molly
She wanna come to the party
I'm f*ckin' that bitch off molly
Breakin' her heart, told that bitch "I'm sorry" (Woah)
(Sheee, Fye)
Thats the sound of the switch when I aim it at you and I pop that bitch right at ya head (Pow, pow)
Nigga claiming he havin' but ain't really havin', we know you ain't getting no bread
If I'on feel safe in the crib, I'ma sleep with a stick right up under my bed
Niggas tammat this, niggas tammat that, nigga I'on give a f*ck what you said
I'ma smack a nigga on the side of his head with a brick, bitch, I feel like I'm craig
I know some young niggas, locked in that pen, banging same color- (Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt)
I know some young niggas, locked in that pen, banging same color red (That's a whole lotta red)
Skrrt
Blatt
Yeah, pull off in a Trackhawk whip, that bitch too fast (Vroom)
Yeah, I'm always in first place, nigga, I ain't never coming last (No cap)
Yeah, Balenciaga kicks, these ain't no Lanvins
In the back of that Rolls Royce truck, I'm living lavish
I love my team, FFA, bitch, I'm Far From Average
Count up them 20's, yeah, they green just like some f*ckin' cabbage
I can't do this no more, I can't do this no more, no, I can't do this no more, I can't-
Aye, I can't do this no more, no, I can't do this no more, I gotta move on
Yeah, all of my soda spiked (Pussy)
I put codeine inside my sprite (Mix it up)
Put that bitch on top of the ice (On top of the ice)
Bitch, I rock real ice
Nah, this ain't fugazi, all of my shit too nice
(Wake up, F1lthy)
(Ooh), Urus pink like molly, huh, yeah, yeah, Urus pink like molly
She wanna come to the party
I'm f*ckin' that bitch off molly
Breakin' her heart, told that bitch "I'm sorry" (Woah)
(Sheee, Fye)
Thats the sound of the switch when I aim it at you and I pop that bitch right at ya head (Pow, pow)
Nigga claiming he havin' but ain't really havin', we know you ain't getting no bread
If I'on feel safe in the crib, I'ma sleep with a stick right up under my bed
Countinbodiez - Pink Urus Lyrics
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(Wake up, F1lthy)
Urus pink like molly, huh, yeah, yeah, Urus pink like molly
She wanna come to the party
I'm f*ckin' that bitch off molly
Breakin' her heart, told that bitch "I'm sorry" (Woah)
(Sheee, Fye)
Thats the sound of the switch when I aim it at you and I pop that bitch right at ya head (Pow, pow)
Nigga claiming he havin' but ain't really havin', we know you ain't getting no bread
If I'on feel safe in the crib, I'ma sleep with a stick right up under my bed
Niggas tammat this, niggas tammat that, nigga I'on give a f*ck what you said
I'ma smack a nigga on the side of his head with a brick, bitch, I feel like I'm craig
I know some young niggas, locked in that pen, banging same color- (Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt)
I know some young niggas, locked in that pen, banging same color red (That's a whole lotta red)
Skrrt
Blatt
Yeah, pull off in a Trackhawk whip, that bitch too fast (Vroom)
Yeah, I'm always in first place, nigga, I ain't never coming last (No cap)
Yeah, Balenciaga kicks, these ain't no Lanvins
In the back of that Rolls Royce truck, I'm living lavish
I love my team, FFA, bitch, I'm Far From Average
Count up them 20's, yeah, they green just like some f*ckin' cabbage
I can't do this no more, I can't do this no more, no, I can't do this no more, I can't-
Aye, I can't do this no more, no, I can't do this no more, I gotta move on
Yeah, all of my soda spiked (Pussy)
I put codeine inside my sprite (Mix it up)
Put that bitch on top of the ice (On top of the ice)
Bitch, I rock real ice
Nah, this ain't fugazi, all of my shit too nice
(Wake up, F1lthy)
(Ooh), Urus pink like molly, huh, yeah, yeah, Urus pink like molly
She wanna come to the party
I'm f*ckin' that bitch off molly
Breakin' her heart, told that bitch "I'm sorry" (Woah)
(Sheee, Fye)
Thats the sound of the switch when I aim it at you and I pop that bitch right at ya head (Pow, pow)
Nigga claiming he havin' but ain't really havin', we know you ain't getting no bread
If I'on feel safe in the crib, I'ma sleep with a stick right up under my bed
Urus pink like molly, huh, yeah, yeah, Urus pink like molly
She wanna come to the party
I'm f*ckin' that bitch off molly
Breakin' her heart, told that bitch "I'm sorry" (Woah)
(Sheee, Fye)
Thats the sound of the switch when I aim it at you and I pop that bitch right at ya head (Pow, pow)
Nigga claiming he havin' but ain't really havin', we know you ain't getting no bread
If I'on feel safe in the crib, I'ma sleep with a stick right up under my bed
Niggas tammat this, niggas tammat that, nigga I'on give a f*ck what you said
I'ma smack a nigga on the side of his head with a brick, bitch, I feel like I'm craig
I know some young niggas, locked in that pen, banging same color- (Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt)
I know some young niggas, locked in that pen, banging same color red (That's a whole lotta red)
Skrrt
Blatt
Yeah, pull off in a Trackhawk whip, that bitch too fast (Vroom)
Yeah, I'm always in first place, nigga, I ain't never coming last (No cap)
Yeah, Balenciaga kicks, these ain't no Lanvins
In the back of that Rolls Royce truck, I'm living lavish
I love my team, FFA, bitch, I'm Far From Average
Count up them 20's, yeah, they green just like some f*ckin' cabbage
I can't do this no more, I can't do this no more, no, I can't do this no more, I can't-
Aye, I can't do this no more, no, I can't do this no more, I gotta move on
Yeah, all of my soda spiked (Pussy)
I put codeine inside my sprite (Mix it up)
Put that bitch on top of the ice (On top of the ice)
Bitch, I rock real ice
Nah, this ain't fugazi, all of my shit too nice
(Wake up, F1lthy)
(Ooh), Urus pink like molly, huh, yeah, yeah, Urus pink like molly
She wanna come to the party
I'm f*ckin' that bitch off molly
Breakin' her heart, told that bitch "I'm sorry" (Woah)
(Sheee, Fye)
Thats the sound of the switch when I aim it at you and I pop that bitch right at ya head (Pow, pow)
Nigga claiming he havin' but ain't really havin', we know you ain't getting no bread
If I'on feel safe in the crib, I'ma sleep with a stick right up under my bed
Writer: Devante Nixon
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