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: Young Thug]
Yeah! We ain’t wasting no time
(Yo Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?)
[Hook: Playboi Carti]
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
100 round drum killin’ everybody
100 round drum killin’ everybody
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
She hop on the dick and she split
Hop on my dick like a bitch
Suck on my dick like a tick
You a copier, Yeah you like to copy shit
You ain’t even on the style till young Carti popped the shit
I got hella hoes (woah), on some papi shit
Need to pop a bitch, need a solid bitch, harder than a brick
Choppers on the counter, Pints all in the fridge
[Hook: Playboi Carti]
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
100 round drone killin’ everybody
100 round drone killin’ everybody
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
Out there running with my gun
Young nigga shoot for fun
Put some money on your head, I sell yo ass for 10
I got ice to match the ice, ice to match the fit
I got bitches on top of bitches, and all my bitches 10s
I spilled a [?] on milly rock, just hide it in my sock
I got bitches in the lot, pouring up the pop
[Hook: Playboi Carti and Young Thug]
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
100 round drone killin’ everybody (yeah)
100 round drone killin’ everybody
Choppa won’t miss a nigga (grrrah, Jeffrey!)
[Verse 3: Young Thug]
30 round drum in the jean jacket
That makin’ mean my jean kinda baggy
I never go for a chain snatch
I done been done had the same jewerly
Three-twenty all on the dash
A Bentley truck is my G-Wagon
Me and the dawgs smokin’ nothin’ but nasty
Fuck the law and whoever askin’
Hit it, hit it, hit it all my bitches wit a dick so you know she eat
Cheated on my bitch, wit’ a bitch with bigger titties
Bout to cheat on my bitch with a mothafuckin’ midget
Bank with my card, I go hard in every city
Stackin’ for the dawg, I got hoes in every city
That funny hoe, why that bitch say that [?]
[?], if I tell ’em, “aye let’s get it”
Platinum way let’s get it, diamonds in my face let’s get it
I got diamonds in my face, they half a carat, aye!
[Hook: Playboi Carti and Young Thug]
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
100 round drum killin’ everybody (yeah)
100 round drum killin’ everybody
Choppa won’t miss a nigga (pew,pew,pew,pew,pew,pew!)
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