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Lust Video (MV)




Performed By: Zakotah
Language: English
Length: 2:15
Written by: Zakotah Cassel




Zakotah - Lust Lyrics
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Act innocent, but she a slut (slut) your bitch hit me up, she want my dick up in her guts like uh (uh)
Thought it was love, but it was lust (lust)
She just tryna f*ck, we don't even fight or fuss (no fuss)
And if you wanna argue, we done (we done)
If you wanna fight, girl I ain't the one (one one)
You like to be chased, and I don't run (run run)
Might think it's my loss, but I won (I won)
Can't teach an old dog new tricks, New wrist, yeah, I got your bitch up in my new whip,
Ruthless, yeah, interior look like cool whip
And when she give brain, you can swear that she toothless
I swerve in the rain and the range and go stupid
I spit on these beats and the bass always boosted,
Talkin' that shit, but you ain't gonna do shit
Thought you had courage, you coward like Eustace
Pour one out for the homie,
I took your bitch cause she was lonely
Pullin' up in a foreign just like Ginobili,
I'm sittin' courtside why you in the nosebleeds
Yeah, I take your bitch out on a date (date) Yeah, I put the dick in her face (face)
Yeah, I lick the crumbs off the plate (plate) Yeah, no, we is not the same no,
I'm in the coup switching lanes Yeah, we are not on the same page
Yeah, yeah, you cannot relate
I whip that pot till it scrape (scrape)
I am a star, give me space, (yeah)
Told that bitch pick up the pace (yeah)
I got a bitch to replace you,
I hit that blunt to escape (escape)
Act innocent, but she a slut, (she a hoe) your bitch hit me up, she want my dick up in her guts (in her belly)
Thought it was love, but it was lust (wasn't love)
She just tryna f*ck, we don't even fight or fuss (like no)
And if you wanna argue, we done (we done)
If you wanna fight, girl, I ain't the one, (not one)
You like to be chased, and I don't run (I don't)
Might think it's my loss, but I won (I won)
I do this for the homies (Mr. Knight)
Yeah, I do this for my family (yeah yeah)
Yeah, you broke, shop at Dollar Tree (broke ass boy)
Yeah, bitches think they own me (own me)
Yeah, bitches think they owe me (but they don't)
Bitches think they on me
Like, nah, that was the old me (old me)
F*ck the cards, I'm not folding
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Act innocent, but she a slut (slut) your bitch hit me up, she want my dick up in her guts like uh (uh)
Thought it was love, but it was lust (lust)
She just tryna f*ck, we don't even fight or fuss (no fuss)
And if you wanna argue, we done (we done)
If you wanna fight, girl I ain't the one (one one)
You like to be chased, and I don't run (run run)
Might think it's my loss, but I won (I won)
Can't teach an old dog new tricks, New wrist, yeah, I got your bitch up in my new whip,
Ruthless, yeah, interior look like cool whip
And when she give brain, you can swear that she toothless
I swerve in the rain and the range and go stupid
I spit on these beats and the bass always boosted,
Talkin' that shit, but you ain't gonna do shit
Thought you had courage, you coward like Eustace
Pour one out for the homie,
I took your bitch cause she was lonely
Pullin' up in a foreign just like Ginobili,
I'm sittin' courtside why you in the nosebleeds
Yeah, I take your bitch out on a date (date) Yeah, I put the dick in her face (face)
Yeah, I lick the crumbs off the plate (plate) Yeah, no, we is not the same no,
I'm in the coup switching lanes Yeah, we are not on the same page
Yeah, yeah, you cannot relate
I whip that pot till it scrape (scrape)
I am a star, give me space, (yeah)
Told that bitch pick up the pace (yeah)
I got a bitch to replace you,
I hit that blunt to escape (escape)
Act innocent, but she a slut, (she a hoe) your bitch hit me up, she want my dick up in her guts (in her belly)
Thought it was love, but it was lust (wasn't love)
She just tryna f*ck, we don't even fight or fuss (like no)
And if you wanna argue, we done (we done)
If you wanna fight, girl, I ain't the one, (not one)
You like to be chased, and I don't run (I don't)
Might think it's my loss, but I won (I won)
I do this for the homies (Mr. Knight)
Yeah, I do this for my family (yeah yeah)
Yeah, you broke, shop at Dollar Tree (broke ass boy)
Yeah, bitches think they own me (own me)
Yeah, bitches think they owe me (but they don't)
Bitches think they on me
Like, nah, that was the old me (old me)
F*ck the cards, I'm not folding
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Writer: Zakotah Cassel
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