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letra de fuck off - flow (ym)

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[chorus]
yeah (f-ck you, f-ck it, f-ck it)
f-ck you like a [?]
f-ck you, f-ck you, f-ck you
f-ck off! f-ck off! (f-ck it, f-ck it, f-ck it, f-ck it, f-ck it)
with yo’ hatin’ -ss
f-ck off! f-ck off! (f-ck it, f-ck it, f-ck it, f-ck it, f-ck it)
(stupid b-tch, stupid b-tch)
f-ck off! f-ck off! (f-ck it, f-ck it, f-ck it, f-ck it, f-ck it)
with yo’ hatin’ -ss
f-ck you
swagga, swagga, swagga, swagga, swagga, swagga, swagga

[verse 1]
ayy, ig kush, og kush
hit her with the dope d-ck, now she hooked
oh she hooked? it’s dem motherf-cking withdrawals
came through in a low-low
left, came back, i done switched cars
walked through with my n-ggas, but i left with a stripper
her -ss soft, but my d-ck hard
just bought a red coupe, all i really have to do
just say “soo-woop” and that b-tch start
man they shouldn’t have got me started
better go and find the toilet
cause i sh-t on n-ggas when i’m p-ssed off
got a fresh pair of j’s, stone washed jeans
and some plats to my head like kriss kross
live that rockstar life, p-ss me the x
imma shoot them b-tches up like sweet talk
(bow, bow, bow ,bow)
ride with chanel, lightin’ up a’ l
like seeing that lame, i gotta watch out for 12
been on the road for the last 6 months
when i went back home, had a box full of mail
and i ran through a quarter pound in a week
if you think a n-gga lyin’, put the pot on the scale
i’m about to f-ck up over the rap industry
i wrote a blueprint when i wad locked in the cell

[chorus]
f-ck off! f-ck off! (f-ck it, f-ck it, f-ck it, f-ck it, f-ck it)
with yo’ hatin’ -ss
f-ck off! f-ck off! (f-ck it, f-ck it, f-ck it, f-ck it, f-ck it)
(stupid b-tch, stupid b-tch)
f-ck off! f-ck off! (f-ck it, f-ck it, f-ck it, f-ck it, f-ck it)
with yo’ hatin’ -ss
f-ck you
swagga, swagga, swagga, swagga, swagga, swagga, swagga

[verse 2: chanel west coast]
i (i) (i) ain’t never say sh-t that did a mean chick so nope i ain’t sorry
(nope,nope)
tryna come up quick yellin out “f-ck it” in a black aventador (f-ck it)
wanna get (wanna get) (wanna get) rich quick, but it take work trick yep yep, true story (true story)
pull up to the crib off of sunset b-tch condo two stories
yo d, i’m a motto
smoke trees like a yoko
b-tch please, i’m loco
see dem c-cup? ca-call me coco (coco)
so we on tonight (we are)
are my bills, but my rhymes is light (heh heh heh)
my goal’s in sight
do i sing? do i rap? b-tch both are tight, yup
i ain’t (i ain’t) (i ain’t) i got no motherf-cking time, homie
with yo’ (with yo’) (with yo’) weak -ss kicks singing bout the f-ckin’ lives, homie
need a week in capri on yacht, imma dime, homie (i’ma dime)
if a creep, better eat like it’s lunch time, homie

[chorus]
f-ck off! f-ck off! (f-ck it, f-ck it, f-ck it, f-ck it, f-ck it)
with yo’ hatin’ -ss
yee! f-ck off! f-ck off! (f-ck it, f-ck it, f-ck it, f-ck it, f-ck it)
(stupid b-tch, stupid b-tch)
f-ck off! f-ck off! b-tch! (f-ck it, f-ck it, f-ck it, f-ck it, f-ck it)
with yo’ hatin’ -ss
f-ck you
swagga, swagga, swagga, swagga, swagga, swagga, swagga
(stupid b-tch, stupid b-tch)
(f-ck off b-tch, young money)

[outro]
it’s dem motherf-ckin’ withdrawals
f-ck you, f-ck you, f-ck you, you’re cool, and f-ck you!
i’m out!

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