letra de god girl - lil cutlet
[dialogue]
d-mn girl, why didn’t you tell me?
why didn’t i tell you what?
why didn’t you tell me you was s-xy?
-laugh- stop that
[dialogue]
[chorus]
she a fine dine wine with a thick behind got the squad like
oh my god
thick lip chick lookin’ for that quick dip on the strip like
oh my god
workin’ the flirt with the booty twerk got the flock like
oh my god
flippin’, to grippin’, to strippin’, to dippin’, to wippin’ that chicken
with the coleslaw
mama dishin’ grits with the triscuits, corn bread biscuit like
oh my god
bouji in the back talkin’ smack in a group chat like
oh my god
booty thick like the gouda got my boys prayin’ to buda
hallelujah
this chick is the funyun and she suckin’ while im nuttin’ like
oh my god
[chorus]
[post-chorus]
girl you lookin’ like a snack
oh my god, oh my god
im about to break ya back
oh my god, oh my god
d-mn girl work it like that
oh my god, oh my god
oh my god, oh my god
[post-chorus]
[verse 1]
she ain’t ready for the cutlet
diamond ring nugget
ketchup pack dunkin
chicken strip pluggin’
coop game runnin’
titty bounce jumpin’
gettin a blumpkin
thats a suckin while im dumpin’
open up ya oven cause im eatin’ ya m-ffin
then a skirtin’ cause im runnin’ in the rarri
chanel lookin’ barbie
playin’ my atari
she thought i got her pregnant
[verse 1]
[scene]
<>you are not the father<>
<>yea lil cutlet you da sh-t… he ain’t payin’ no child support<>
[scene]
[chorus]
she a fine dine wine with a thick behind got the squad like
oh my god
thick lip chick lookin’ for that quick dip on the strip like
oh my god
workin’ the flirt with the booty twerk got the flock like
oh my god
flippin’, to grippin’, to strippin’, to dippin’, to wippin’ that chicken
with the coleslaw
mama dishin’ grits with the triscuits, corn bread biscuit like
oh my god
bouji in the back talkin’ smack in a group chat like
oh my god
booty thick like the gouda got my boys prayin’ to buda
hallelujah
this chick is the funyun and she suckin’ while im nuttin’ like
oh my god
[chorus]
[post-chorus]
girl you lookin’ like a snack
oh my god, oh my god
im about to break ya back
oh my god, oh my god
d-mn girl work it like that
oh my god, oh my god
oh my god, oh my god
[post-chorus]
[verse 2]
chick-fil-a tryna sign me
popeyes tryna buy me
wendy in the back of the class with some ass and you know she
tryin’ ride me cause im hypey
and my mcstroke hit to fresh and spicy
hey girl don’t act like you no likey
lil cutlet in the cut come find me
b-tch
you a fashion-nova-god-girl whoo raaa girl
yea
a bit insane
but i’ll play the game
lil cutlet in the cut and i wanna know your name
cause im tryna get frisky yea that pinky and the brain
baby girl whats yo sign
yea that pinky and the brain
scorpio, gemeni
yea that pinky and the brain
capricorn what a dime
yea that pinky and the brain
aquarius i got time
[verse 2]
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