letra de ying yang - yoppa bam
[intro]
yeah, huh
yeah, yeah
yeah
two b-tches on me like yin yang
huh, huh, yeah
[chorus]
two b-tches on me like yin yang (yin yang)
xannies and molly gon’ eat my brain (graa)
b-tch, give me head like [?]
paint on her face like i nut on the picture
swear to god, ain’t no p-ssy f-cking with me (ain’t no p-ssy f-cking with me)
glock 26, and that b-tch holding .50 (hah)
gettin’ real money, that sh-t is original (b-tch)
run up on me, then your ass [?]
[verse 1]
ar-15 like a bodyguard
7.62 [?]
spinnin’ yo block, and then yoppa go shoot some cars
said she got 50 bands stuffed in the goyard (hah)
pouring a 4 in an evian
gucci bandana wrapped ’round like the taliban
i’m smokin’ a bunch gelato from afghanistan
she throw me that p-ssy like if she ain’t have a man
[chorus]
two b-tches on me like yin yang (yin yang)
xannies and molly gon’ eat my brain (graa)
b-tch, give me head like [?]
paint on her face like i nut on the picture
swear to god, ain’t no p-ssy f-cking with me (ain’t no p-ssy f-cking with me)
glock 26, and that b-tch holding .50 (hah)
gettin’ real money, that sh-t is original (b-tch)
run up on me, then your ass [?]
[verse 2]
uptown legend like cobain (huh)
she suckin’ my d-ck while she sniffin’ cocaine
carry two guns and two chains (huh)
i might od, so much drugs in my veins
how you gon’ clap, boy, you stuck in the middle
i feel like you got it, then i’m on your place
n-ggas talkin’ so tough but you so f-ckin’ sensitive
two b-tches official, they blowin’ my whistle
[chorus]
two b-tches on me like yin yang (yin yang)
xannies and molly gon’ eat my brain (graa)
b-tch, give me head like [?]
paint on her face like i nut on the picture
swear to god, ain’t no p-ssy f-cking with me (ain’t no p-ssy f-cking with me)
glock 26, and that b-tch holding .50 (hah)
gettin’ real money, that sh-t is original (b-tch)
run up on me, then your ass [?]
two b-tches on me like yin yang (yin yang)
xannies and molly gon’ eat my brain (graa)
b-tch, give me head like [?]
paint on her face like i nut on the picture
swear to god, ain’t no p-ssy f-cking with me (ain’t no p-ssy f-cking with me)
glock 26, and that b-tch holding .50 (hah)
gettin’ real money, that sh-t is original (b-tch)
run up on me, then your ass [?]
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