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1900Rugrat - Auntie Ain't Playin Lyrics



1900Rugrat - Auntie Ain't Playin Lyrics
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[ Featuring Skrilla ]

Huh, uh-huh, huh, huh
Huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

Finger-f*ck the Drac' and let it scream just like a virgin
Walk him down, watch his eye roll back, his body squirmin'
Boy ain't tryna bring his phone this time, I think he learnin' (buh)
Huh, huh, I ain't gotta say too much
I know bro can merch it, huh (I know bro can merch it)
I ain't even gotta do it, I know bro'll murk 'em, huh (I know bro'll murk 'em)
Bust a .40 through the bag, got my hand burnin', huh (buh, buh)
Twonem, where the scrub? Bih', my head hurtin' (pshh)
Huh, huh, the opps ain't tryna feel that belt
They hand over they booty (uh-uh)
The opps ain't tryna feel that belt like they got extra pants
I was smokin' on that K pack, this bitch extra gas
Huh, whole gang eatin' good, we gettin' extra fat
Stand up on her back, I'm tryna get deep up in her spine (deep up in her, uh-uh)
I done took another Perc'
'Cause I'm too deep up in my mind (I'm too deep up in my mind)
Dropped a 20 ball, now I'm steady cheesin' all the time (cheesin' all the time)
Dropped a 20 ball for the shit that's gleemin' in my mouth (gleemin' in my)

Switchy hit him, all you heard was, "Frrt"
Huh, he tried to run, leg shot, he say
Auntie hit that dope, now she talkin' 'bout some
Unc' see me ridin' past, hollerin' bout some

VVSin' on the body, it's a temp tag on the Maybach
Full Wocky in my Faygo, sippin' green, bitch, why you say that?
Balenciaga Belair bag, I got the glick inside the ski jacket
I might pull up fresh as Ajax
I might pull up in a T-Rex and say
Auntie hit the dope and she start screamin' like
We just nailed a nigga to the pavement, he like
Put on all designer, got me feelin' like
Too trim, 41 boys, I got VVS inside my 'frigerator
Fifty rounds inside the micro Drac', shit look like it's a lady
Ain't no strangers on these drills, I'm hoppin' out and causin' danger
Nailed a nigga to the pavement
Nigga, that's the caution payments

Switchy hit him, all you heard was, "Frrt"
Huh, he tried to run, leg shot, he say
Auntie hit that dope, now she talkin' 'bout some
Unc' see me ridin' past, hollerin' bout some
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Huh, uh-huh, huh, huh
Huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

Finger-f*ck the Drac' and let it scream just like a virgin
Walk him down, watch his eye roll back, his body squirmin'
Boy ain't tryna bring his phone this time, I think he learnin' (buh)
Huh, huh, I ain't gotta say too much
I know bro can merch it, huh (I know bro can merch it)
I ain't even gotta do it, I know bro'll murk 'em, huh (I know bro'll murk 'em)
Bust a .40 through the bag, got my hand burnin', huh (buh, buh)
Twonem, where the scrub? Bih', my head hurtin' (pshh)
Huh, huh, the opps ain't tryna feel that belt
They hand over they booty (uh-uh)
The opps ain't tryna feel that belt like they got extra pants
I was smokin' on that K pack, this bitch extra gas
Huh, whole gang eatin' good, we gettin' extra fat
Stand up on her back, I'm tryna get deep up in her spine (deep up in her, uh-uh)
I done took another Perc'
'Cause I'm too deep up in my mind (I'm too deep up in my mind)
Dropped a 20 ball, now I'm steady cheesin' all the time (cheesin' all the time)
Dropped a 20 ball for the shit that's gleemin' in my mouth (gleemin' in my)

Switchy hit him, all you heard was, "Frrt"
Huh, he tried to run, leg shot, he say
Auntie hit that dope, now she talkin' 'bout some
Unc' see me ridin' past, hollerin' bout some

VVSin' on the body, it's a temp tag on the Maybach
Full Wocky in my Faygo, sippin' green, bitch, why you say that?
Balenciaga Belair bag, I got the glick inside the ski jacket
I might pull up fresh as Ajax
I might pull up in a T-Rex and say
Auntie hit the dope and she start screamin' like
We just nailed a nigga to the pavement, he like
Put on all designer, got me feelin' like
Too trim, 41 boys, I got VVS inside my 'frigerator
Fifty rounds inside the micro Drac', shit look like it's a lady
Ain't no strangers on these drills, I'm hoppin' out and causin' danger
Nailed a nigga to the pavement
Nigga, that's the caution payments

Switchy hit him, all you heard was, "Frrt"
Huh, he tried to run, leg shot, he say
Auntie hit that dope, now she talkin' 'bout some
Unc' see me ridin' past, hollerin' bout some
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Writer: Miles Spiel, Jemille Edwards
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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Performed By: 1900Rugrat
Featuring: Skrilla
Language: English
Length: 2:00
Written by: Miles Spiel, Jemille Edwards
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