"EMOTIONLEZZ" lyrics
Thirteendegrees ° & Trippie Redd Lyrics
Yeah
They can't take us down, nigga (Can't stand, Gyant)
Yeah
This for all the weirdos, shout out (Can't stand)
Huh, I got plenty, I'm losin' my homie over a check (Yeah)
I don't give a fuck if I see a million on text (Ooh)
I don't give a fuck if these bad hoes want sex (Yeah)
I'm winnin', not losin', this year, I'm on your ass (Ooh, yeah)
I got emotionless thoughts, oh-oh
Look at all this ice I just bought
Feelin' all these feelings I been caught
All these damn blessings I was owed (Yes, sir)
Get high, fly, lil' too-too fast, huh (Woah)
Can't trust a bitch with a butterfly tat (Yeah)
When I'm in Chicago, I gotta watch my back (Yeah)
But I love Chicago, I know they got my back, yeah
Is it too bit of explicit if I ask that bitch, "Sorry, chick, can I lick it?" Ha (Ha)
Before I stick it in the clit, yeah, where I'm 'posed to hit it
You know I don't give no fucks
Huh, I got plenty, I'm losin' my homie over a check (Yeah)
I don't give a fuck if I see a million on text (Ooh)
I don't give a fuck if these bad hoes want sex (Yeah)
I'm winnin', not losin', this year, I'm on your ass (Ooh)
Big 14, know what the fuck goin' on (Yeah)
I don't give a fuck about you bird-ass hoes (Yeah)
I don't give a fuck about you lame-ass hoes
I'm just in Versace, eatin' jerk egg rolls
And my next bitch better than my last ho
I don't give a fuck, bitch, skinny ho, her ass, woah
Chillin' with this Blasian bitch, she done bleached her asshole
You worryin' 'bout my last flow, I'm worryin' 'bout this cash flow
Rick Owens on my bitch when I walk through
Me and twin need some kush, she know that I'll cross you
That's my baby, that's my baby, I would lock you (Yeah)
I don't need new hoes, they all under you
Huh, I got plenty, I'm losin' my homie over a check (Yeah)
I don't give a fuck if I see a million on text (Ooh)
I don't give a fuck if these bad hoes want sex (Yeah)
I'm winnin', not losin', this year, I'm on your ass (Ooh)
They can't take us down, nigga (Can't stand, Gyant)
Yeah
This for all the weirdos, shout out (Can't stand)
Huh, I got plenty, I'm losin' my homie over a check (Yeah)
I don't give a fuck if I see a million on text (Ooh)
I don't give a fuck if these bad hoes want sex (Yeah)
I'm winnin', not losin', this year, I'm on your ass (Ooh, yeah)
I got emotionless thoughts, oh-oh
Look at all this ice I just bought
Feelin' all these feelings I been caught
All these damn blessings I was owed (Yes, sir)
Get high, fly, lil' too-too fast, huh (Woah)
Can't trust a bitch with a butterfly tat (Yeah)
When I'm in Chicago, I gotta watch my back (Yeah)
But I love Chicago, I know they got my back, yeah
Is it too bit of explicit if I ask that bitch, "Sorry, chick, can I lick it?" Ha (Ha)
Before I stick it in the clit, yeah, where I'm 'posed to hit it
You know I don't give no fucks
Huh, I got plenty, I'm losin' my homie over a check (Yeah)
I don't give a fuck if I see a million on text (Ooh)
I don't give a fuck if these bad hoes want sex (Yeah)
I'm winnin', not losin', this year, I'm on your ass (Ooh)
Big 14, know what the fuck goin' on (Yeah)
I don't give a fuck about you bird-ass hoes (Yeah)
I don't give a fuck about you lame-ass hoes
I'm just in Versace, eatin' jerk egg rolls
And my next bitch better than my last ho
I don't give a fuck, bitch, skinny ho, her ass, woah
Chillin' with this Blasian bitch, she done bleached her asshole
You worryin' 'bout my last flow, I'm worryin' 'bout this cash flow
Rick Owens on my bitch when I walk through
Me and twin need some kush, she know that I'll cross you
That's my baby, that's my baby, I would lock you (Yeah)
I don't need new hoes, they all under you
Huh, I got plenty, I'm losin' my homie over a check (Yeah)
I don't give a fuck if I see a million on text (Ooh)
I don't give a fuck if these bad hoes want sex (Yeah)
I'm winnin', not losin', this year, I'm on your ass (Ooh)
