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letra de yup yup - montèupnext

[intro]
i’ma need all my bad b-tches to the motherf-ckin’ front
skinny, fat, mexican, or black
get that ass to the floor, girl

[verse 1]
comin’ through yo’ city, face pretty, boots laminated
wrist so sick that my arm look contaminated
’bout to shoot a shot to yo’ n-gga, how i calibrate it
call me sada baby, ’cause you know i’m gettin’ activated
all my b-tches badder than a baby with a tantrum
i ain’t swipin’ cards if the color ain’t platinum
ridin’ with my n-gga and he in a green phantom
lettin’ everybody know, b-tch, this the anthem
b-tches thinkin’ numbers equal talent, that’s a giggle
all my n-ggas stay in blue like the sign for the crippled
all you n-ggas is my sons, suck a titty, suck a nipple
and my flow go nuts like a bag of peanut brittle

[chorus]
get up on the flo’, b-tch (yup, yup, yup, yup)
throw a little mo’, b-tch (yup, yup, yup, yup)
white up on the toes, b-tch (yup, yup, yup, yup)
f-ck him then we go, b-tch (yup, yup, yup, yup)

[verse 2]
and a b-tch goin’ dumb like a dropout
a b-tch got bars like a cop, make ’em cop-out
you n-ggas be a ki, but i’m waitin’ for the lock out
i’m the real g, don’t be shocked, b-tch, watch out
hands up, don’t shoot, bulletproof coupe
i’m gettin’ bands like i’m takin’ out a loose tooth
these hoes subbin’ but they pen ain’t touchin’ booth
i get a rise out of b-tches with my flow too
[chorus]
get up on the flo’, b-tch (yup, yup, yup, yup)
throw a little mo’, b-tch (yup, yup, yup, yup)
white up on the toes, b-tch (yup, yup, yup, yup)
f-ck him then we go, b-tch (yup, yup, yup, yup)

[verse 3]
get up on the flo’, giggle low, get a little mo’
when i come there ain’t no peep like little bow
little b-tch, make that gun sing like little mix
bounce on it like a silly rabbit when i do the tricks
how the f-ck i got a record on apple? (yup)
and how you hoes been little since rascals? (yup)
wrist skatin’, think my diamonds hit an axel
b-tches ain’t subbin’, but they subbin’ to my channel
i’ma pop on a b-tch like a rocket
charge on a b-tch like a socket, i’m hotter than a pocket
my chain cost more than motherf-ckin’ wallet
show the ass then i drop it
wrist so cold, it can give a b-tch frost bite
yeah, it get big but it’s big on soft, right?
flow so sick that a b-tch can’t cough right
yeah, that b-tch black but i pull up in a off-white

[chorus]
get up on the flo’, b-tch (yup, yup, yup, yup)
throw a little mo’, b-tch (yup, yup, yup, yup)
white up on the toes (go bestie, go bestie), b-tch (yup, yup, yup, yup)
f-ck him then we go, b-tch (yup, yup, yup, yup), ah
[outro]
and that’s how you shake that motherf-ckin’ ass, b-tch
you better throw that sh-t, b-tch
you better throw a little mo’, b-tch
bad b-tches better have the white on they toes, b-tch
f-ck you mean (ha-ha, ha-ha)
uh, montè, brrt

- monteupnext

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