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letra de codeine - yhf sang

[intro: yhf sang]
(aye sang pull another beat huh)

[verse 1: yhf sang]
hop with the gang we be comin’ at lucy (gang)
tryna start beef but u can’t even shoot me (pew pew)
no, i’m not vegan i dive in the p-ssy
like gimme the keys i be drippin’ in louis (okay)
louis v
louis v drippin’ on sole
shawty gon twerk while she down on all four (god-mn)
my diamonds they froze
gave her a taste but she askin’ for more
i’m with the whole gang
dripping like faucet when we go on top i be tippin’ the whole game
hop in the whip, yeah you know that’s thе move
yhf gang yeah we comin’ too soon
sippin on grеy no goose
grip on her waist no loose
yeah

[pre-chorus: yhf sang]
goin ’round the town in the city light
sippin on this henny do u mind
pull up to the party got me f-cked up
pour another shot not my last cup
yeah yeah
[chorus: warrenisyellow]
she pop x, she pouring codeine (yeah yeah)
private jet, don’t need gasoline (yeah yeah)
i’m with the whole gang (skrr skrr)
three letter badge i’m swervin’ (yeah)
i took your hoe man (hoe man)
she love addies and percs

[verse 2: warrenisyellow]
perk, overk!ll going berserk
i left the earth
amber alert
yeah
i’m going twice roll dice (woo woo)
bad b-tch put her on ice, we ain’t doing nothing nice (nah nah nah)
route going forward and right i only work in the night (night time)
she wanna text all the time, b-tch i said you not my type
9 to 5 work work, i got shifts, like a j-panese sports car
bad b-tches take off their sports bra
i flip paper like origami
don’t talk to the feds too much, nwa on the aux
please
look down my wrist look like voss, look down she giving me shhh
look down she giving me shh
i go crazy on verses, they meet me in person
the version you see ain’t no keeping the piece
imma surgeon detach the whole track like some tats on the surface, they urgent the map keep on curving i swerve in the curb and they lurking for burns in the streets, i’m going nuts they allergic
[pre-chorus: yhf sang]
goin ’round the town in the city light
sippin on this henny do u mind
pull up to the party got me f-cked up
pour another shot not my last cup

[chorus: warrenisyellow]
she pop x, she pouring codeine (yeah yeah)
private jet, don’t need gasoline (yeah yeah)
i’m with the whole gang (skrr skrr)
three letter badge i’m swervin’ (yeah)
i took your hoe man (hoe man)
she love addies and percs

[verse 3: adam boyle]
she like my cologne
i need to focus get back in the zone
fl!ck of the wrist
shooters gon shoot we gon slide off and dip (bao bao)
she wanna pop a pill she wanna die in the crowd tonight (oooo)
she like the polo the ralph lauren
i’m standing tall i walkin’ on 10’s
oooooo she won’t let go (no no no)
she just want the money nothing more (she want nothing more)
she rock dior, cash on the floor (cash on the floor)
yeah yeah
roll on the freeway 200 up on the dash, she said it’s not enough (zoom)
gang do the most, we ride the wave, we see the drought and we flood it out
yhf on the come up we gon run it up
yeah yeah
[pre-chorus: yhf sang]
goin ’round the town in the city light
sippin on this henny do u mind
pull up to the party got me f-cked up
pour another shot not my last cup
yeah yeah

- yhf sang

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