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letra de yuki - sadfriendd

[intro]
“yuki”
yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 1: sadfriendd]
punchin that b-tch til the side of my fist hurt
f-ckin yo b-tch ima flex til my d-ck hurt
i play with the kitty cause it don’t got whiskers
hit from the back on yo b-tch i won’t kiss her
beat the b-tch down and then i gotta diss her
gold on my neck like it came from the p-sser
if i’m with his b-tch then he out of the picture
um, h-llo
shawty play my d-ck like a cello
made her ass shake like motherf-ckin jello
pull up on a n-gga i’ma shoot like melo
h-llo, i got the hoes you f-ckin fell off
shawty wanna see my bust down
come to the crib and the b-tch wanna f-ck now
i’ma takе the b-tch to the back of the bus now
huh, wait, whеre did the beat go

[verse 2: sadfriendd]
walk in this bih like i’m danny devito
i give her the d-ck now she singing the c note
run with the bread like a f-ckin casino
i came with a stick you could call me pacino
wait, i’m pulling out my d-ck she like oh my god
huh, shawty wanna suck (?)
wait, b-tch get down do your f-ckin job
wait, think my pockets gettin fat like a f-ckin sloth
wait, b-tch shut the f-ck up hoe
wait, you f-cked up my flow
walked in this b-tch and i came with a pole
i heat that boy up like a muhf-ckin stove
how yo b-tch choke on my d-ck in her thoat
i’m f-cking yo b-tch mane ain’t takin it well
and after the party that b-tch doing coke
wait, do he want some smoke?
[verse 3: lil kapow]
woah, i heard he was broke
boo, i just pulled up in a ghost
b-tch i want head you can keep your legs closed
i got four phones but don’t f-cking call me
your homie is dead next door can’t solve it
i popped two percs and i look like stephen hawkings
hit a n-gga hard with a stick i’m playing hockey
oh my god this sh-t so f-ckin easy

[verse 4: lil kapow]
hi there, b-tch i’m your worse f-cking nightmare
i got a new whip and it came with a ipad
someone’s daughter keeps l!cking my eye tats
her friend giving head while i’m drinkin and drivin
the cops don’t like me i’m known to get violent
i get so high the army said you can’t fly here
i got more hoes than a n-gga with a white beard
hit it from the back take pics like i’m s-xy and
um, everything i do is irregular
this b-tch giving head like way ahead of schedule
wake up to the money everyday i feel incredible
you smell broke, b-tch i can’t even stand next to you
thumbin on a m-th-f-ckin system dewey decimal
if that’s yo main b-tch then why she playin with my t-st-cl-s
i really only f-ck with my myself i’m autos-xual
i’m better than, wait is the f-cking song over
i said i’m better than oj simpson hiding evidence
i don’t give a f-ck i’ll sell crack to a pregnant b-tch
shawty had to leave you for me she need a better d-ck
he lost the scholarship when i shot him in his letterman
uh, what the f-ck

- sadfriendd

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