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letra de next up - lil yachty

[intro]
(earl on the beat)
lousy
know somethin’, man?
my n-gga mitch workin’, man
he proud of me though
but i ain’t made at ‘ya, n-gga
my n-gga workin’
i see you, my n-gga
my n-gga, mitch workin’

[chorus]
ooh, came in this b-tch with the same gang
same gang since the beginning (yeah)
all in this b-tch, i’m the main thing
ain’t worried about no woman (no)
bought a new whip with a big rims (skrrt)
ooh, 30s, they spinnin’ (skrrt)
pistols, know that they hittin’ (bih)
b-tches, know that they freakin’
put that lil b-tch on the x, o, for the weekend (a’ight)
baby girl not giving s-x, woah, you tweakin’ (hey, bye)
big b-tch flexed up, made me bring the texts up (flex)
i’m already on, still claimin’ next up (yeah)

[verse 1]
ha-ah, beep!
pop her, then she gon’ move like a bunny
got her friend in the room, glazed up like honey
i’ma beat from the back ’til the moon get sunny (beat)
both gon’ f-ck ’cause lil boat got money (yuh)
can’t n0body ever f-ck my b-tch (no)
ain’t gotta f-ck, she gonna f-ck on my wrist (ouu)
she tryna f-ck my wrist
bad lil’ b-tch wanna f-ck on my wrist (ouu)
p-ssy so wet, so moist
give a little l!ck, let it drip, with the mist (drip)
uh, i’m with the sh-ts
beatin’ on the pot with the big boy wrist (beat it, beat it)
big boy rocks, all on my wrist, all on my b-tch (bling)
tell ’em ’bout the time
i was all at your spot, make a dollar from a dime (dollar, hoo!)
stay with the gang
move deep like a mile, n-ggas might do a crime
ayy, ayy, ayy, f-ck with the, f-ck with the set (f-ck with)
give lil boat, give lil boat neck (neck)
neck, neck, neck, neck, neck
ridin’ that d-ck like a tech deck

[verse 2]
ha-ah, beep!
p-ssy so wet, you can l!ck every flipper
big rolls royce, you can see the big dipper
beat it out the park, with the bat, i’m chipper (beat it)
strip club vet, big bands, big tipper
two, four, meet election, no clippers (hoo!)
if she beg, i’ll give her (hey)
big, big truck, i stunt that (bih)
ice cold grill, i front that (bih)
she suck once, then run back (bih)
lock my doors, can’t come back (ayy)
i got a bubble, ride hot wheels (hot)
why? that’s how he livin’ (skrrt)
big chandelier on the ceilin’ (a’ight)
rubies on me like a villain (bling)
why? how? woah, i had a feelin’ (yeah)
yep, i got the vision (gang)
ballin’ hard like a piston (swish)
i got nothin’ to prove
i got nothin’ to loose
big bag of them blues
ben franks, no clues, oops

- lil yachty

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