CANTU

CANTU Lyrics

[Chorus]
I got my head hanging out the f**king window
I got my head hanging out the f**king window
I keep my speakers ringing on me like my cellphone
I got my dreads, bussin’ bussin’
‘Cause I might wanna let my hair down
Yeah, b**ch I let my hair down
Yeah, I got them dreads swingin’ ’round
Yeah, ’cause b**ch I let my hair down (yeah yeah)
I got ’em bussin’, bussin’, bussin’, bussin’ (hey)

[Verse 1]
White girl wanna touch it (yeah)
I told her please don’t touch me (no)
Said “who the f**k is your stylist?” (huh)
I told that b**ch “my cousin” (yuh)
Wrist out, picked out, Cantu in my hair (hey)
Louie V live her (yuh)
I’m Gucci down (brr! brr!)
Atlanta for a week, gonna start a bump ‘n’ gunner (yah)
Follies for the freaks, spent some racks because I wan’ her (hey)
Solange said “don’t touch my hair, lil’ nigga” (oh no)
So I’m just here to pass the word lil’ nigga (yuh)

[Chorus]
I got my head hanging out the f**king window (hey)
I got my head hanging out the f**king window (that’s right)
I keep my speakers ringing on me like my cellphone (she)
I got my dreads, bussin’ bussin’
‘Cause I might wanna let my hair down
Yeah, b**ch I let my hair down (down)
Yeah, I got them dreads swingin’ ’round (swingin’ ’round, swingin’ ’round)
Yeah, ’cause b**ch I let my hair down (yeah)
I got ’em bussin’, bussin’, bussin’, bussin’

[Verse 2]
It’s me, young Aminé
I pop off when you see me
No hiccups for my niggas
Pass the mula like a relay (yeah)
I’m in this motherf**ker with my hair down low
And that Becky, she wanna touch me
‘Cause she wanna come home (yeah)
b**ch I’m in my motherf**king bag, ho (in my bag)
Don’t ask me just to pet me because you can’t, ho
Dreadlock rocker with a certified bopper (true)
Jenny, Becky, and Samantha wanna touch me
‘Cause I’m handsome

[Chorus]
I got my head hanging out the f**king window (hey)
I got my head hanging out the f**king window (that’s right)
I keep my speakers ringing on me like my cellphone (she)
I got my dreads, bussin’ bussin’
‘Cause I might wanna let my hair down (down)
Yeah, b**ch I let my hair down (down)
Yeah, I got them dreads swingin’ ’round (swinging ’round, swingin’ ’round)
Yeah, ’cause b**ch I let my hair down (yeah)
I got ’em bussin’, bussin’, bussin’, bussin’

[Outro: Rickey Thompson]
Who has nice hair? Me
Who can touch my hair? Not you
Did you think this was a petting zoo?
Do I look like somebody’s dog?
Do I look like somebody’s cow?
Do I look like somebody’s lamb? No!
Sit down!