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letra de yeti (feat. flucee) - wedstar

[intro – flucee]
wedstar and flucee, b-tch

[verse 1 – wedstar & flucee]
i’m hairy and white
just like a yeti (b-tch)
i’m doing drugs (what?)
that sh-t keep me steady (i’m so high)
i put my d-ck in her b-tt
i saw a string of spaghetti (i came)
pasta!
i been smoking on za’
just like a rasta (bomboclaat)
but i ain’t bob marley
i ain’t got toe cancer (what the f-ck?)
am i a druggie?
do i gotta answer? (surprise, surprise)
the answer is yep (what?)
i love getting geeked (yeah)
it puts a pep in my step (aye, aye)
i came in her throat (aye, aye)
i gave her a strep infection (it’s lit)
when she get naked
i get a d-ck erection (i’m hard)
there’s blood rushing in my d-ck veins (what?)
i be smoking on a blunt stuffed with six strains (you crazy, bro)
it tastes delicious
when it comes to -n-l s-x
i get vicious (what the f-ck?)
i wanna see blood and p–p (same)
i be on the court, but i can’t hoop (kobe)
i love when my brain is in a drug induced loop (meth)
i’m giving percs to the birds in the chicken coup (drugs)
and they scripts
ain’t no fent’ in it (ri-ri)
you can let me drive your whip
i won’t put a dent in it (it’s lit)
i crashed that sh-t and let it burn (it’s lit)
ayo, bro? (what up?)
i think it’s your turn (yeah)
[verse 2 – flucee]
every time this b-tch speaks to me
she really spitting so salty (what?)
that’s because of this d-ck that i gave her
i came in her throat ’cause i’m b-llsy (d-ck)
seized control of them legs
like i was giving her cerebral palsy (oh)
’cause the b-tch stay on her knees
while she worshipping me like i’m godly (god)
soon as i got a l!ck of the molly
i f-cked her good ’til she sobbin’ (waa, waa)
my friends be on all of the crystals
and they packing the pistols for poppin’ (pop)
i got an opp that had robbed me
that i really wanna see dropped and (yeah)
you know that when the bodies in the ground
then we p-ssing on him like toppings (b-tch)
i don’t f-ck with the roxys
guess you better hope your ass has been stocking (yeah)
and you better pray that you ain’t caught slippin’
when you passing out and you nodding (b-tch)
you’d been figured out ’cause you had already
revealed the plan you were plottin’ (what?)
and my d-cks throbbing ’cause
i got a feeling that you’ll be the one to get bodied (b-tch)

- wedstar

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