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letra de on my team - yung balentiaga

[intro]
yeah, uh
why did it…? oh it’s back, okay it’s back
why is it skipping, why is the beat skipping?
oh, it’s good now
huh, yuh, uh, okay okay, yuh yuh, uh

[verse 1]
put my sh-t up in that c-ck-pit, uh
put my sh-t up in that c-ck-pit, uh
make her look real silly, when i got sh-t, uh
make her look real silly, when i flip, uh, sh-t, uh
b-tch, i’m on the top, no kidding
no cowgirl, but your b-tch just did it
f-ck that’s it like here comes daddy
got two daddies, i’m like who you kidding
uh, on my kid, on my slime ain’t no kidding thatssit
not gon’ f-ck, she still on her pill
on cocaine, sh-t don’t matter like guilt
mopping sh-t like im the generator
meant to say janitor, but feel the way of
not paying tax, ’cause i’m ashamed of
my mental health, still on the way up
on some trippy sh-t, there is a way up
lucid dreaming and all the failures
my rhyming style is still off beat
cause i can’t do much, like mop streets
[bridge]
i don’t care how i rap, uh
dropping bombs like iraq, uh
copy my sh-t like tech, uh
tech, uh, tech
copy my sh-t that’s a wrap, uh
ain’t no salad, just facts, uh
don’t need help, f-ck fiends, f-ck fiends
i don’t care how i rap, uh
dropping bombs like iraq, uh
copy my sh-t like tech, uh
tech, tech, tech, tech, tech, tech
copy my sh-t that’s a wrap, uh
ain’t no salad, just facts
don’t need help, f-ck fiends, f-ck fiends, then f-ck..

[chorus]
i’m on my team, uh
you say i’m so mean, uh
put that sh-t up in the back
like it’s my past, i don’t need that, uh
i got ideas
while you stand still
f-ck her from the back, cause i feel like that, better felt like that but i felt like that

[verse 2]
ain’t no better way to put it, i faked my followers
ain’t no better way to put it, my followers bots
i did that when i was twelve, but still got no guilt, uh
sipping on my gin and n0body’s hurt, yuh
f-ck that autotune, ain’t n0body’s goon
f-ck that sh-t up and leave as soon as possible
got b-tches sucking p-n-s, c-ck, d-ck like a popsicle
you’re inaudible, all this gossip that you talk make you washable
f-ck that sh-t up and leave you confused
that’s one of the lines, i call back fools
[chorus]
i’m on my team, uh
you say i’m so mean, uh
put that sh-t up in the back
like it’s my past, i don’t need that, uh
i got ideas
while you stand still
f-ck her from the back, cause i feel like that, better felt like that but i felt like that

- yung balentiaga

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