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letra de couple of ks - yuigotbandxz

[intro: yui]
chance
is that 2d?
yeah, yeah, yeah

[pre-chorus: yui]
yeah, i’m putting bands up to yo’ face
you is a b-tch n-gga, know you gay
i’m ’bouta walk down with that drac (with that drac)
boy, watch yo’ mouth who you callin’ a snake
you got bands on yo’ body, know i’m finna take
finna hop out that whip with a couple of ks
we spinnin’ yo’ block, we all know where you stay

[chorus: yui]
(yeah, go, go, go)
i got that stick, i got that pole
yo’ b-tch she love me, she come to my shows
how the f-ck is he dissing me, n-gga you broke
n-gga said that it’s up, so come die by the pole (pole)
n-gga love pillow talking, b-tch, get off my phone
n-ggas knew you was 2-faced, and n-gga it shows

[verse 1: yui]
n-ggas sucking my sh-t, they drink me like horchata
we ’bouta catch him, roll him like it’s pasta (hah-hah)
taking yo’ b-tch, fly her out to mi casa
chop’ make him dance, that boy hittin’ the cha-cha (hah-hah)
we got too much glocks (glocks)
glocks that hold a beam (beam)
we slide through his block (block)
he get left on scene (yeah, yeah)
[bridge: yui]
digging for years, i got out of the soil
stacking these racks, it’s the racks i embroil
sippin’ codeine, now i’m trapped in the foil
i can’t do love, b-tch, my heart ’bout to boil
sippin’ on wock, all my problems unfoil
she want to love me, but her love costs oil
come on babe please, my heart is not royal
but even with that, girl i promise i’m loyal

[verse 2: angel!]
we dumping his ass in the soil
i’m burning this b-tch ’till the f-ck n-gga boil
i’m wrappin’ this sh-t like aluminum foil
i got a new semi, that b-tch got recoil
she said she won’t f-ck, so i tell her move on
the haters be talkin’, they bumpin’ this song
never had the intentions of doing you wrong
say that you love me, you taking to long
i might ride around with a chop’, okay
you cappin’ n-ggas better stop, okay
you talk on the squad, you an opp, okay
s-she give me that cat, beat that sh-t like a drum
might f-ck on his b-tch until shawty go numb
she eating my sh-t, she not leaving a crumb
(she eating my sh-t, she not leaving a crumb)
ugh, yeah, talkin’ that sh-t, boy my glock take his face off
whip out that glock, got that beam on that ar
he keep talkin’ that sh-t, x him off of the radar
he pocket watchin’, that n-ggas a glazer
keep talkin’ sh-t, boy my switch got a saber
extended my tool like my ass was a faber
she on my d-ck, she gon’ eat it no favor
[pre-chorus: yui]
yeah, i’m putting bands up to yo’ face
you is a b-tch n-gga, know you gay
i’m ’bouta walk down with that drac (with that drac)
boy, watch yo’ mouth who you callin’ a snake
you got bands on yo’ body, know i’m finna take
finna hop out that whip with a couple of ks
we spinnin’ yo’ block, we all know where you stay

- yuigotbandxz

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