Video Givenchy de Alcurists 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Alcurists - Givenchy Lyrics

[Chorus: citrate]
That bitch wants me to eat up her pussy, get up out my face
Givenchy on me, bro, you got no taste
[?], I don't even know what to say
Better shut the fuck up, why do you complain?
Your bitch want me, hoe, get the fuck back
[?], y'know it's finna bust back
Fuckin' at me, bitch, where the hell is all my trust at?
Shotty on her wrist, [?]
Feelin' like Doja Cat (Say so)
[?] out the pack (Lay low)
All you pussies fags (Ayo)
Murder on your back (Mayo)

[Verse 1: shisui]
The way that you be movin' your body got me in a [?]
Is it less love or drugs? I don't know, I'll take a [?]
One whiff of the pack, and my bag make it do a dance
Three bands for a [?], spread it all out in my hands
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
She said that I smug her, [?] then she come [?]
Living at the club, I will never go home
Choppa 'boutta bust, got him screaming "No, no-woah"

[Verse 2: LXXIV]
Baby, always seem to call me at the wrong time
Either drunk in my room or I fuckin' die
She got my name tattooed all across her thighs
Tell me what you had in mind
On her knees, so she's praying to the skylight
I'ma leave the world when the time's right
Smokin' so much [?], lost my eyesight
Then I can't see where I'm going
[?]
[Chorus: citrate]
That bitch wants me to eat up her pussy, get up out my face
Givenchy on me, bro, you got no taste
[?], I don't even know what to say
Better shut the fuck up, why do you complain?
Your bitch want me, hoe, get the fuck back
[?], y'know it's finna bust back
Fuckin' at me, bitch, where the hell is all my trust at?
Shotty on her wrist, [?]
Feelin' like Doja Cat (Say so)
[?] out the pack (Lay low)
All you pussies fags (Ayo)
Murder on your back (Mayo)