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letra de walked in freestyle - yung cordy

[pre-verse: yung cordy]
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yung cordy
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[verse 1: yung cordy]
these lil hoes they starting to bore me (bore me)
geeked up, piped up, yung cordy (yuh)
what’s that under my belt? my 40
getting money now these hoes headed towards me (yuh)
h-lla f-cked from these blunts, i’m torching (i’m torching)
i’m hot, i’m steaming, i’m scorching (i’m scorching)
stomach f-cked from these fours i’m pouring
i just wanna make it big and start touring (yuh)
f-ck all the n-gg-s that doubt me
hotboxed the coupe now the roof look cloudy (it’s cloudy)
i’m in the booth so n-gg- get outtie
loud -ss n-gg- always shouting (aah)
i only wanted top, now she’s pouting
got a asian b-tch some kin to yao ming (ching chong)
she kinda tall but i ain’t picky
unless it’s blunts, then pearls strictly
your b-tch screaming “cordy d-ck me”, (yuh)
now you wondering where she got them hickies
call your friends now they on they way to get me
f-ck you and your n-gg-s i’m winning
b-tch got big teeth like timmy
big head n-gg- look like jimmy (neutron)
money tall, it look like brittney
got a white b-tch look like kimmy
sh-tting on you n-gg-s, f-ck that p-ssing (f-ck it)
i’m coming up, while you n-gg-s b-tching (brr)
i taste good, she love to lick me
my watch big, do you hear it ticking?
it hurt to look, my diamonds glisten
you wanna be me n-gg-, keep wishing
you mad cause every hoe you get i’m d-cking
h-lla hoes, i don’t know who i’m picking (yuh)

[verse 2: different]
hi, my name’s fernando and i’m different
we up in orlando, ain’t no ceilings (yuh)
that’s word to wayne, no hard feelings
im just tryna get up on these millions (yuh)
and i got yung cordy with me (with me)
we just f-cking up the whole building (building)
got the weed, and the pills, we leaning
we burning up like tires, yeah we screeching (skrr)
gave yo’ b-tch the a, b, c, then i put the d in
then she starting grinding like she playing on the team and i know she ain’t no player (yeah she is)
but them games and n-gg-s she played good
all the sh-t she told ’em, that was made up
she used em to get wet like a lake, (dripping)
and she went and gave ’em all them aids bruh (nasty)
i ain’t talking medicine, no way bruh
glad i didn’t hit it before it was too late yuh
and i think that’s word to drake, uhhh
except i write my own papers
ain’t no stopping me, i’m not gon’ wait up
imma put it all in like it is a layup, then after i’m not gon’ lay up
i’m just gon’ leave her while she laying
while the sun rising, you know i stay up (yuh)
you steady d-ckriding, i think you might be gay bruh
i think i’m blessed, cause i’m way way way up (preach)
i’m a hitman, and i’m killing all these n-gg-s in the game, and it’s time for some n-gg-s to pay up
f-ck it, i think i have to break this (break this)
tired of coming with the same sh-t (same sh-t)
and i’m not tryna be that basic (basic)
these p-ss-es out here hurting, they need playtex (playtex)
don’t play with me, i just play with the techs
pull up & i’ll have cordy at your neck
also, i got my n-gg-s on the deck
we just plotting and scheming and running up the check (brrr)
and we all sliding, no yu-gi-oh (nah)
imma pull out the cards on your groupie hoes
except, you ain’t got no groupie hoes
he think he got all them b-tches, but do he though?

[verse 3: yung cordy]
first song, this sh-t is fire (yuh)
you think different, you a f-cking liar (f-ck you)
grind never stop, i never get tired
diamonds wet like they just took a shower
money tall but i want it higher
i’m high but i wanna get higher (i’m stoned)
if she cute imma get inside her
my coupe 50k for the tires (50k)
got a cute white b-tch, independent (independent)
i got her and my side hoe kissing (yuh)
getting big from these racks i’m lifting
plug say he got tabs now, i’m tripping (yuh)
turn a ounce to a pound i’m flipping (i’m flipping)
mosquito bite now my trigger finger itching (ahh)
i got soda, codeine all in it
me & nando whippin’ in the kitchen (we whip)
get rich, now we flexing in a bentley (flex)
yung cordy f-cked it up with different (yuh)
we got groupies you’d think was innocent
popped xans and i think i’m feeling it
p-ss the blunt, you know i’m hitting it
dbz, i’m on my krillin sh-t (hahh!)
get mad then i go and kill yo b-tch
you dumb if you think we give a sh-t
yuh

- yung cordy

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