Jodeci Santana – Dusse n’ Thrax

Jodeci Santana – Dusse n’ Thrax Lyrics

Artist: Jodeci Santana
Song: Dusse n’ Thrax

D’usse in my (In my cup), what?
D’usse in my f#cking cup
D’usse in my f#cking cup (Yeah, Yeah)
D’usse in my f#cking cup (Yeah, Yeah)

D’usse in my f#cking cup (Thrax in my)
Thrax in my blunt (Thrax in my blunt)
D’usse in my, what?
Yuh, (What?) aye

D’usse in my f#cking cup
My bih’ badder from the front (she cute)
Leggings made of Saint Laurent
#ss look like a dump truck

I just said “wassup.” (bonjour) and lil baby tryna’ f#ck, yeah
She said she got a man, that lil boy get smoked like runt, yeah
That ain’t ya shawty no more (hell no)
That little b#tch, she a wh#re (that little b#tch she a wh#re)

I f#ck her, kick her out the door
And this glocky is upping the score
Shot a hundred rounds, put a hundred down, thеn I shot a hundred f#cking more
Seeing shots to the sky likе July 4th

Bacardi her body, you know that I’m pouring (you know that I’m pouring)
She got a fat #ss looking gorgeous
I got a snowbunny and a brownbunny, and my plug he looking like Bad Bunny (plug)
He slimey, he leaving ya nose runny (swipe)

He be shiesty, know that he road running (swipe)
I can make a bih’ dance for four hundreds (four)
Really I make her dance for no money (sike n#gg#)
Slime a n#gg# #ss out like his nose running (Ok)

Got the feds on my #ss like they know something (You don’t know sh#t)
You don’t know sh#t, pouring fours b#tch, got a bad b#tch using both hips (both hips)
Pop a xanny and addy I’m focused (I’m focused)
She keep calling me daddy want more dick (she want more dick)

Tell her hell no, got that strap in my pocket like velcro
And you can’t come to the Moe it’s a hell hole
She let me play with her kitty like (ha, ha) hello, ballin’ out like Carmelo
D’usse in my f#cking cup

My bih’ badder from the front, yeah
Leggings made of Saint Laurent
#ss look like a dump truck (her #ss so fat)
I just said “wassup.”(bonjour) and lil baby tryna’ f#ck, yeah

She said she got a man, that lil boy get smoked like runt, yeah
That ain’t ya shawty no more (nah)
That little b#tch, she a wh#re (that little b#tch she a)
I f#ck her kick her out the door

And this glocky is upping the score (this glocky is upping the score)
Shot a hundred rounds, put a hundred down, then I shot a hundred f#cking more
Seeing shots to the sky like July 4th
Bacardi her body, you know that I’m pouring (you know that I’m pouring)

She got a fat #ss looking gorgeous
Twin Glocks, Zack & Cody (Zack and what?)
Fell in love with codeine
Fell in love with money too, so I guess I’m a money fiend (fell in love with the money)

And she keep tryna’ top me off, but I’m just trying to pour my lean (what the f#ck?)
But she keep saying I’m stingy, I look at the b#tch like “What you mean?”
It’s a Mac in my lap, I ain’t talking no apple
And I pick off his head like a mof#ckin’ afro (yeah, ok)

Hit his #ss in chest make him flip like its Acrobatics
Can’t say I’m broke if you ain’t seen a mattress
Put a b#tch in a movie now she is a actress
I pull it back like, Katniss

Y’all n#gg#s smoking on cat piss, I’m smoking on motherf#ckin’ thrax b#tch
Yeah, I’m not gonna’ lie this n#gg# Jordi saved the song bro, this sh#t fye
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Release Year: 2023