Fuk Sumn Lyrics : The song “Fuk Sumn” sung by Kanye West, Ty Dolla $ign featuring Quavo, Playboi Carti is a brand-new addition to the English music, featured in the album “Vultures”. Lyrics of this song are penned down by Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign and music for this track was produced by Timbaland.
Fuk Sumn Song Details
Singers : Kanye West, Ty Dolla $ign, Quavo, Playboi Carti
Album : Vultures
Lyrics : Kanye West, Ty Dolla $ign, Hubi, Playboi Carti, Quavo
Music : Hubi, Timbaland, VEYIS
Fuk Sumn Lyrics
Smokin’ on a junt with my ni*gas drinkin’ O.E
Stop off-, stop off at the liquor store, get your ‘Gnac, then we headed for the Indo
Smokin’ on a junt with my ni*gas drinkin’ O.E
Stop off-, stop off at the liquor store, get your ‘Gnac, then we headed for the Indo
I’m tryna f*ck somethin’ right now
That lil’ ho, she tryna f*ck somethin’ right now
I’m try-I’m tryna f*ck somethin’ right now
That lil’ ho, she tryna f*ck somethin’ right now
Shawty wanna f*ck? Woah
I’ma let her hop on somethin’
Shawty wanna f*ck? Woah
I’ma let her hop on somethin’
Shawty wanna f*ck? Woah
I’ma let her hop on somethin’
Shawty wanna f*ck? Woah
I’ma let her hop on somethin’
Uh, ooh, right, uh, now (Hol’ up)
Shawty wanna f*ck on me, I told her, “Let’s go, uh, now” (Hol’ up)
She asked me to nut on her face, she tryna show out
Miami, Bal Harbour, before I tote, uh, ah
I’m on the G6 brackin’ shit with my pole, ha
All black Brabus truck, lookin’ like my soldier with that, mmh
All of my vices team, gotta keep them close, they might jump out, uh
You not gon’ stand a chance, we’re clearin’ that ho before we cool out
I’m tryna f*ck somethin’ right now
That lil’ ho, she tryna f*ck somethin’ right now
I’m try-I’m tryna f*ck somethin’ right now
That lil’ ho, she tryna f*ck somethin’ right now
Baby don’t keep me up, yeah, keep me up
Don’t wanna beat me up, yeah, beat me up
Baby don’t keep me up, yeah, keep me up
Don’t wanna beat me up, yeah, beat me up
We comin’ down swervin’, mmm
This the real, not a version
Even Jesus ain’t marry a virgin
Now I can finally, I guess it’s workin’
We comin’ down swervin’
This the real, not a version
I don’t care who you f*cked, you a virgin to me
You a pervin’ to me, baby, perfect to me
Hold my coat, hold my drink
On my own, come with me
Shawty wanna f*ck on somethin’?
F*ck on me, suck on me, publicly (Yeah)
La Flame, baby, you on fire (La Flame)
La Flame, baby, you on fire
La Flame, baby, you on fire, (La Flame)
La Flame, baby, you on fire (Fire)
Yeah, she feelin’ herself (Ooh-ooh), yeah, she feelin’ on me (Yeah)
Only stuff I can give you is that one plus two is three (Ah)
Block the number, and that shit started with three some
Me not the threes*me, we ’bout to have a mean one
I’m tryna f*ck somethin’ right now (Woo!)
Brown skin, but you know I had her creamin’
Janet Jackson by the way I had her screamin’
(Stop off at the liquor store, get your ‘Gnac, then we headed for the Indo)
She hit the group chat, said “That ni*ga had me feining” (Ah)
I’m tryna f*ck somethin’ right now
That lil’ ho, she tryna f*ck somethin’ right now
I’m try-I’m tryna f*ck somethin’ right now
That lil’ ho, she tryna f*ck somethin’ right now
Shawty wanna f*ck? Woah
I’ma let her hop on somethin’
Shawty wanna f*ck? Woah
I’ma let her hop on somethin’
Shawty wanna f*ck? Woah
I’ma let her hop on somethin’
Shawty wanna f*ck? Woah
I’ma let her hop on somethin’
Beat me up (ooh)