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letra de y fi dat! 2 (rainforest remix) - tmb (can) & j neat

[intro: tmb]
(holy f-ck my n-gga)
(likkle boy, cry, cry likkle boy, cry)
(i don’t sip that b-tch)
yeah, yeah
holy, i swear to god
up in the spot, your b-tch is like “yo that n-gga’s buddys long”
and tell her don’t watch that, b-tch
b-tch, f-ckin’ wh0re

[verse 1: tmb]
yo, shorty said “i’m neeky”
beat that p-ssy mod, leave the floor creeky
i can’t f-ck that b-tch if she is not beefy (beefy)
i know brodie f-ck a big ting for the free free (for the free free)
holy, brodie so mod (so mod)
bad b-tch with a bawty she so bod (beefy)
i don’t hold the camera, i let my cro vlog (vlog that)
bad b-tch, i pull up hit her with the trolla
holy, holy, holy
yo, beat so mod got me bouncing my shoulders (bounce that)
b-tch got a big bawty, look like boulders (boulders)
it’s a bag ting if she look like an ogre (grr)
no, say the nans creamy like some yogurt (duty nans)
bawty so mod and it gave me a b-n-r
i just wanna bonе her, n-gga no dits
i might have to k!ll her, i don’t want kids (nеver that)
broski tell these f-cko-bawty b-tches wagwan
i don’t want kids, i just want bawty
run up on me and i hit him with a shotty (bing)
i like my food dry, but we came saucy
bod b-tch, and she’s tryna nyam pon c-cky
[chorus: tmb]
let me find out yuh wifey dat (why?)
likkle boy, that’s a man, why fi dat (why?)
you got a man, baby, you nuh haffi lie fi dat (lie)
let me f-ck you, him haffi cry fi dat (likkle boy)

[verse 2: j neat]
i’m just in a black truck rolling with a chauffeur
i’m just with the shooters and they’ll turn a n-gga over
i’m just with a bad b-tch, i’m just tryna poke her
know she wanna f-ck but i don’t even know her
n-ggas, they hoes, goin’ mod for the nauns
you ain’t gotta ask, got a glock in my draws
shorty shakin’ ass and she pop to my song
i was doin’ shrooms in the back with the dawgs
know i do it neatly, said she want an amigo, then she getin’ freaky
tell me a wish, it’s all grand like a genie
know that i got the sauce on me, tahini
no ruthchris, goin’ to mcdonald’s
bad b-tch, and she look like a model
in the club, probably poppin’ them bottles
she wanna come, tell the b-tch just follow, uh

[chorus]
let me find out yuh wifey dat (why?)
likkle boy, that’s a man, why fi dat (why?)
you got a man, baby, you nuh haffi lie fi dat (lie)
let me f-ck you, him haffi cry fi dat (likkle boy, cry)

- tmb can j neat

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