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letra de yuck! - nerve (aus)

[verse 1]
ah, gotta risk it for the biscuit
with a chick but i wouldn’t call her missus
she said i got stamina, bit o’ fitness
stand-up guy but you think i’m a misfit
doin’ tricks on the d-ck, kick-flip
and her ex gettin’ p-ssed, but he’s a dipsh-t
she get paid to look fit, now she on pinterest
on stage gettin’ lit, now they all dig this
they preaching violence to the youth and i’m like, “that’s ugly”
they don’t punch guys, they just punch lines
so i find that funny
charged up, energizer bunny
6 chicks in the whip gettin’ zooted
windows up so it might get muggy
now i’m too high for the club
and some drunk chick in my ear talkin’ all types of f-ckery
i don’t believe in luck, but i might gеt lucky
i don’t believe in trust, but trust mе
i got this sh-t in the bag like buds be
i like to be on my lone like bugsy
lately man i been way too hungry
1 man boy-band, best in the country
smart with the cash i’m investin’ my money, you dummy
i like the money and i like punani
but i don’t be spendin’ the sh-t on armani
never get between a bear and his honey
never get between me and my currency
i’d rather be rich and sick, than broke and whack
i’m big boy stackin’ chips like poker matches
i am the straw that broke the camels back
this chick gettin’ wet, the sh-t she heard i spat was nasty
potty mouth, but i dress so classy
black tee, black pants, b-tch i’m dardy
or daddy, what you sayin’?
where you at b? what’s your @ b?
this d-ck ain’t free, cash app me
money in the bank, no sugar daddy
she got back and a degree to match
no bbl, this sh-t just too thick, naturally
keep it casual, hit it casually
i’m having s-x throwbacks, now naturally
david attenborough voice, so flattering
i’m so natural, they’re plastic and packaging
what’s good baby? what’s happenin’?
or should i say, “babe, what’s wap-ennin’?”
this a whole meal like pork and cracklin’
no veal, she mature like marilyn monroe
born with the soul, dad taught me the funk though
new orleans, the meters and gumbo
that girl going off in the front row
yeah, she big, but she d-mn fly like dumbo
why you tryna rap if you dress like an undo-cover?
i never come with just one flow, brother
captain my country like i’m mo salah
check it out now, i’m the funk soul brother
[chorus]
yuck!
this sh-t disgusting, i don’t give a f-ck
eh, yuck!
don’t try to yuck my yum like
eh, yuck!
disgusting, i don’t give a f-ck
eh, yuck!
don’t try to yuck my yum like
eh, yuck!
disgusting, i don’t give a f-ck
eh, yuck!
don’t try to yuck my yum like
eh, yuck!
disgusting, i don’t give a f-ck
eh, yuck!
don’t try to yuck my yum like
ooh!

- nerve aus

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