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letra de k.m.i.i. - youngfable

[intro: lil percyy, youngfable]
lil percyy
(ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

[verse 1: lil percyy, youngfable]
don’t know what the f-ck i’m sippin’
i can’t walk, so, b-tch, i’m limpin’
i am slumped, but i am pimpin’
it’s the sweet life, london tipton
got, got too much drip, had to make a b-tch sip it
blacked out off xans, now i’m thinkin’ ‘bout quittin’
b-tch riding on my broom like we playin’ quidditch
i’m a good boy so i’m rollin’ up my spinach
if she throw it back then you know i gotta hit it
roll one before it’s done, it’s really never finished
talkin’ all that sh-t but he really isn’t with it
glock, glock in his mouth, let it finish the sentence
you a p-ssy boy, so you should start confessin’
if you try to keep up, you’ll never stop stressin’
run up in your house like dennis the menace
and when i run up i push you through dimensions
beat the p-ssy up like rampage jackson
i smoke faceys, i’m not matching
add my racks while i’m subtractin’
i love poppin’, it’s my p-ssion
let me get the beat start spazzin’
if she super bad then i’m super smashin’
fasten, ‘cause if you then we crashin’
laughing, he don’t want the smoke in the p-ssin’
he don’t want the smoke in the p-ssin’
brand new check, so, b-tch, i’m cashin’
i was moving weight, i was packin’
making things happen i got used to stackin’

[interlude: lil percyy]
your b-tch just sent me a text
i flex because i’m up next
i f-ck your ex, and then f-ck your next
i got no respect, i run up a check

[verse 2: youngfable]
don’t f-ck with you so i can’t sympathize
mixing up my potion so i gotta synthesize
got a big bag and it came in a surprise
got the plug up in maine and he servin’ supersize
shout out to the bro cause he always scrutinized
try to slide through grab my blade do or die
if you want hands, we can battle you and i
b-tch, i’m youngfable so you should identify

[refrain: amp]
he don’t want the smoke, ‘cause he ain’t with twelve
he was tryna get it, gotta get it with the bell
i was tryna pull up on the pill with the [?]
i was tryna get it, tryna get it, get loud

[verse 3: amp]
i identify
see him in the target, i could see it in his eyes
he don’t wanna smoke, so i had to [?]
hit it, hit it, hit it, now she tell me i gon’ quit it
i ain’t tryna get it, so i [?]
she said that she love me, but she don’t want to admit it
i just wanna ride, can you feel it? i can feel it
i roll it up, and i toke it up
and we give it up ‘til we live it up, i said

- youngfable

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