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letra de waitin on the flock - yung bill$

[verse 1: hooligan chase]
(ay)
yo, i’m hangin’ from a cloud, but no noose there
they pourin’ dirty sprite in the fountain of youth there
the answer’s n-body, if you wonderin’ who cares
lighter flick larry, i don’t mean to pollute air
ain’t no way around it, big future taught me that (yup)
the xan pick me up, but some weed brought me back (yo!)
keep yo’ opinion, i don’t need all of that
i really hope you get to the cheese in the trap
ooh, i don’t f-ck with the month count
know you wanna kick it but i punt now
facial reconstruction when i’m bagging up the skunk, loud
daddy call you sonny and yo’ grandma call you mushmouth
shapeshifting (ooh), who you get this from, it tastes different
drop my top, jfk’in when i’m date trippin’
b-tch don’t touch me like my paint drippin’
swear i’m seein’ sh-t that’s not there
d-mn, i thought i had great vision (uh)
like te amo, mi amor
but you probably gon’ be bored if you follow me some more
told her we should take a break, while i’m fondlin’ the door
new man, workin’ court, she be swallowin’ his storks (yooh)
seen it on tv, but i have not had it (no)
my house stay full like my dad bob saget (yo)
my pack too loud, momma really hate the racket
they can’t botch me in ‘less i’m coolin’ in my casket
movie scriptin’ type loogie spittin’
day to day goal’s get head, lil’ stewie griffin’ (skrr)
even if you hate me, you should listen (who that)
voices in my head prolly wonderin’ why they roof is missin’ (uhh)
i’m faded by the dock, my baby bottle pop (yuh)
i went to school high, cause i hated it a lot. (yuhh!)
(yuh, i did)
d-mn, i flew too fast, now i’m waitin’ for the flock, ooh

[verse 2: yung bill$]
d-mn, i flew too fast, now i’m waitin’ for the flock, ooh
rollin’ with the hooligan, thats my f-ckin’ hooligang
slervin’ all night, so we finna rip the bong again, sippin’ dirty sprite
yeah, f-ckin’ with tommorows trap
nowadays so many fakes, so many snakes
yo’ momma shoulda told me, too many flakes so many hate
but i just chill and roll up
roll a little green, dip it in that lean
pop another bean i can feel it in my spleen
and get up off of me, i’m callin’ her a fiend cause all she want is weed
but i can never give a f-ck about no fake bih
but i can never give a f-ck about no flake b-tch
and i can never give a f-ck about a snake, b-tch
and if you want my love, then you best bake, b-tch

[verse 3: yung bill$]
(lalalala)
do it right, don’t do it light, not outta spite
boy you quite a p-ssy like hermaphrodite
smokin’ not escapin’
music i’m debating, captivating, fascinating
the sh-t that i’m creating, motivating, celebrating
this sh-t is f-cking hard, concentrating, calculating
and now it’s detonating

[coda: yung bill$]
(lalalala)
mixin’ it up and now we bringin’ it back
head in the clouds but my mind on the path
matter of fact, tell ‘em that we need some mo’
we need some seed to sow, need some weed to grow
(..yeah..)

- yung bill

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