Issue No 104 The Likk Lyrics
The Likk by Issue No. 104
I got a shooter named Cupid and that motherfucker stupid
Roll up in the spot like old dog, laying shit down
She already a victim, I done stole her attention, she down
Hands where I can see them, ass where I can feel it
Rubbers where I can reach them, back pocket where I conceal it
Your heart where I can steal it and we ain't letting no one shots off in the ceiling
Hand it over
Girl, you know what this is, what's the hold up? To the hold up
I'mma make you give everything but your soul up
And my lil' nigga crazy with the aim and he don't blow off
So thinking this a game get you blowed up on some 9 months
Shit, girl you all swole up, nose up, got your ring finger all froze up
I got a shooter named Cupid and that motherfucker stupid
I guarantee that nigga act foolish every time I holla uh
I'm 'bout to hit me a lick, shit, I'm 'bout to hit me a lick
She it, I'm 'bout to pop that clip and that stick
And I'm 'bout to hit me a lick
Look at this nigga with the cash falling off his pocket
He think he watching her dance, but it's really her who watching
Soon as she finish that set it's gonna be a problem
'Cause lil' momma a threat when it's time to get them dollars
Holler, and she hate putting that mask on
She'd rather be getting her psychology class on
But that's hard when every night she take her ass home
To an empty pad and a blow up mattress to crash on so she get her mash on
Desperate times call for desperate measures, analyzing the scene, her body's so clever
She learn to take pleasure in the shattering of men's hearts
That's what keep that BMW parked up in that garage
Never let a tip off a trick, niggas, she trick niggas to lick her, that's how she lick niggas
She got a shooter named Cupid and that motherfucker stupid
Real bout it bout it nigga, and he prove it every time she holler uh
I'm 'bout to hit me a lick, trick, she 'bout to hit her a lick
Q it, shorty down to pop that, pop that shit
When it's time to hit that lick
Roll up in the spot like old dog, laying shit down
She already a victim, I done stole her attention, she down
Hands where I can see them, ass where I can feel it
Rubbers where I can reach them, back pocket where I conceal it
Your heart where I can steal it and we ain't letting no one shots off in the ceiling
Hand it over
Girl, you know what this is, what's the hold up? To the hold up
I'mma make you give everything but your soul up
And my lil' nigga crazy with the aim and he don't blow off
So thinking this a game get you blowed up on some 9 months
Shit, girl you all swole up, nose up, got your ring finger all froze up
I got a shooter named Cupid and that motherfucker stupid
I guarantee that nigga act foolish every time I holla uh
I'm 'bout to hit me a lick, shit, I'm 'bout to hit me a lick
She it, I'm 'bout to pop that clip and that stick
And I'm 'bout to hit me a lick
Look at this nigga with the cash falling off his pocket
He think he watching her dance, but it's really her who watching
Soon as she finish that set it's gonna be a problem
'Cause lil' momma a threat when it's time to get them dollars
Holler, and she hate putting that mask on
She'd rather be getting her psychology class on
But that's hard when every night she take her ass home
To an empty pad and a blow up mattress to crash on so she get her mash on
Desperate times call for desperate measures, analyzing the scene, her body's so clever
She learn to take pleasure in the shattering of men's hearts
That's what keep that BMW parked up in that garage
Never let a tip off a trick, niggas, she trick niggas to lick her, that's how she lick niggas
She got a shooter named Cupid and that motherfucker stupid
Real bout it bout it nigga, and he prove it every time she holler uh
I'm 'bout to hit me a lick, trick, she 'bout to hit her a lick
Q it, shorty down to pop that, pop that shit
When it's time to hit that lick