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letra de r.i.p yung booty - 44 bird

[verse 1: yung booty]
hoppin in my benz yeah that’s foreign
you a lame if you not in the club
b-tch we rollin smokin good with my bros
got an uzi in my lap, i let it blow
if you talking bad about my homies, then yo dome explodes
took you out, throw you down, stomp yo face into the ground
you a b-tch and a snitch if i see you, you get hit
let this chopper hit yo guts you gon get f-cked up
d-mn that feel good girl, l!ck on my nuts (ha, ha)
bands in my wallet, automatic in my pocket
if you tweak then i pull the stick your head is now a faucet
all this ice up on my wrist cost me forty-five racks
fifty-five bullets to yo face i leave no scr-ps
snakes on my jeans, double cup we sip lean
vvs up on my t–th, god d-mn i look clean
[break: 44 bird]
you dig?
we baked as f-ck
i just domеd my f-ckin cart
wack, wack, wack

[verse 2: 44 bird]
i pull up and f-ck your b-tch
i pull up and cut my wrist
popstar lil bird, young and rich
bird and booty just cuff your b-tch
420 (skrt, skrt) that’s the time!
f-ck yo b-tch, make hеr cry
i pull up with that nine (what?)
f-ck with me, you’ll f-ckin die
uzi in my lap, yuh let it bang
pull up with my main (uh), posted with the gang
we insane on cocaine, yeah we poppin veins
catch a stain new terrain, smoking propane
i think i destroy my brain (yeah), in the fast lane
livin life i can’t maintain

[outro: 44 bird]
i can’t live no more
i can’t feel my body
i can’t feel my body
i popped two bottle

- 44 bird

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