ZAYN – Unfuckwitable Lyrics
[Chorus]
I’m unfuckwitable
In a world of my own
That’s why my shoulder’s so cold
I’m unfuckwitable
[Verse 1]
So tired of fake friends and fake love, you know
No time for no lie and I’m here …
[Chorus]
I’m unfuckwitable
In a world of my own
That’s why my shoulder’s so cold
I’m unfuckwitable
[Verse 1]
So tired of fake friends and fake love, you know
No time for no lie and I’m here …
[Verse 1]
Oh, you think you’re worth all the fuss?
You think a bitch is settled like the dust, but I’m out of here
There’s not a man on earth that I’ll trust
You …
[Verse 1]
He was a boy, she was a girl
Can I make it anymore obvious?
He was a punk, she did ballet
What the fuck does it matter anyway?
He didn’t try to make her cum
On top of …
[Verse 1]
Pussy-pussy my religion
Legs getting tight, can we switch positions?
Now we three-way kissin’
I wanna make a couple bad decisions
[Pre-Chorus]
Suit up, head rush when I stood up
I got two middle fingers …
[Intro]
Hey CR! (Hey CR!)
[Verse 1: Night Lovell]
You is a peon, I’ma get money tonight, I am a don
Droppin’ a bomb, that bitch need someone to lean on, someone to say …
[Intro]
Aye, pass me a whatchamacallit
Told that bitch whatchamacalla
She ask a nigga whatchamacall that shit
[Hook]
Load ’em, let ’em, hold ’em
Smoking, poured up
Fry ‘em, he holdin’
I’m gloing, you know it
I’m blowing a four fifth
Got 18 shots in it
That fuckboy can hold ’em
I’ll get some more and I’ll do it over
I fucked ya hoe, I’m sorry didn’t know that you want her
His bitch a whatchamacalla
My watch how muchamacalla
She don’t like Chief Sosa cause he pulled up in that whatchamacalla
[Verse]
My plug just came through with the lean
It got me moving all slow, doing retarded things
50 thousand dollars up in my Robin jeans
Let a nigga try to take it, smoke his ass like I am barbecuing
I got my chopper with me
So that’s like a hundred shots with me
Got a fat ass Glock for this fat ass guap like I got Chop with me
I ain’t never going broke I’m so used to winnin’ bitch, no lottery
Steady say you getting money but you ain’t, making my head hurt, stop it please
I see 1’s and 5’s, I see a lot of things
Can’t wife that thot, wanna know what my momma think
‘Cause of that karma thing, I got my gun with me
We come through and we send shots at your tip top with this big Glock
Knock that nigga head off, he tried to take my wrist watch
Hoes call me Big Papa, all eyes on me, call me Lil Pac
Boy you got that old ass car, that ain’t no damn push start
[Hook]
Load ’em, let ’em, hold ’em
Smoking, poured up
Fry ‘em, he holdin’
I’m gloing, you know it
I’m blowing a four fifth
Got 18 shots in it
That fuckboy can hold ’em
I’ll get some more and I’ll do it over
I fucked ya hoe, I’m sorry didn’t know that you want her
His bitch a whatchamacalla
My watch how muchamacalla
She don’t like Chief Sosa cause he pulled up in that whatchamacalla
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