Nick Catchdubs

Nick Catchdubs - Wuts That lyrics

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feat. B.I.C.

Wuts that?

We all up in this bitch

Wuts that?

Pack it up, plus, pass me the girl back

Wuts that?

It’s three fifty nine nigga

Nigga take a sit, face a brat, hold my homies in this bitch

Wuts that?

We all up in this bitch

Wuts that?

Pack it up, plus, pass me the girl back

Wuts that?

It’s three fifty nine nigga

Nigga take a sit, face a brat, hold my homies in this bitch

My nigga I’mma stone ball ripper

Up town lane, ball you hard like liquor

Hard bitches for you, hard bitches tendes

Then I fuck it tone setter

How you sing the song real?

Signing real for a settle

Head over here for the meals

Still, I’mma never chill ‘til my bank account fill

And my cat got a grill and all I do is fill up the meanness

The cleanest clust, that finer fuck and lean the blust

Skin with us and these enough

To the man need a gram cuz he’s a dumb

Why you have that bitch around, I’mma leave the hush

You nigga you fucked up

I am a costy and a connecter

I’m lucky I got the flow cuz I probably smoke my hole pack

Now nigga wuts that?

You talking shit, ooh I did it here

Over the loud we smoking and we getting high over here

Can’t hear you nigga wuts that?

Ignoramus, took that shit but won’t get you famous

Put your opinion in your anus

And your name is, I don’t give a fuck nigga

What’s that?

We all up in this bitch

Wuts that?

Pack it up, plus, pass me the girl back

Wuts that?

It’s three fifty nine nigga

Nigga take a sit, face a brat, hold my homies in this bitch

We all up in this bitch

Wuts that?

Pack it up, plus, pass me the girl back

Wuts that?

It’s three fifty nine nigga

Nigga take a sit, face a brat, hold my homies in this bitch

Same nigga from the jump, so jump shit

Cuz I swear I won’t stop, nigga you can hate me now

My nigga got no chill button

But chilling with your bitch, you nigga we ain’t braking down

Rungs bread, I use to love Terisa for her ______(?)

Give ‘em worm bed, now have you leave bitches _________(?)

And she don’t even got a clue that we all in that

Bon appetit , brock it, brock it

Go me lead can’t imagine where I’m at

Olly, olly, fucks and free, fuck that

Get on mally, maly axe beat

Pop, popping in like was popping

You cut for and shoulda been an option

Update in my dick, young be about this

Fuck I can’t fuck my little obnoxious

Fucked up, I need some blunts, blunts

Stop playing niggas like wuts up?

If you ain’t got chips nigga though luck

Cuz I throw it up like I don’t care enough love

At the monah, feeling like hova

Working on a blue print watch me take over,

Nigga I drive on the pressure

Lie from the makeup

Going in my think I told I’m lying in my procure

We all up in this bitch

Wuts that?

Pack it up, plus, pass me the girl back

Wuts that?

It’s three fifty nine nigga

Nigga take a sit, face a brat, hold my homies in this bitch

We all up in this bitch

Wuts that?

Pack it up, plus, pass me the girl back

Wuts that?

It’s three fifty nine nigga

Nigga take a sit, face a brat, hold my homies in this bitch

So let me paint you a picture

We all just catching my crib

She snow blow after rack

We fuck man I punch it and get a rips

Popping the lead in all these ideas

We go with my sons no one that will can see us

They need us, they know and they thought

I know you feeling that way but don’t stop

You ain’t go too far, you aint’t gonna hit it

Thou I’ve been drinking, eat much biscuits

If you want a French kiss slow for that

Told all my homies get all for that

If you wanna static you want all that

Told all my homies to hold all that

If you want static then change all that

Give you all about it and hit the right time

Before you talk shit you better get a laptop

In this bitch with a bunch oh have nots

Bounce, bounce, on you motherfucking bitches

Walking on your motherfucking bitches

Teasing at the bar got ‘em feeling so religious

Was luck and was physics if they love you then they love you

I am better just above you

Be ashame if I wasn’t

And the sweetest to the purple kida be coasting like a z

He said hurry up and lied the sun

Don’t fight and put your lieders up

The night is young I’m feeling chilly

How did my drugs promoted, screaming how the fuck invite you

Wuts that?

We all up in this bitch

Wuts that?

Pack it up, plus, pass me the girl back

Wuts that?

It’s three fifty nine nigga

Nigga take a sit, face a brat, hold my homies in this bitch

Wuts that?

We all up in this bitch

Wuts that?

Pack it up, plus, pass me the girl back

Wuts that?

It’s three fifty nine nigga

Nigga take a sit, face a brat, hold my homies in this bitch

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