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letra de 2much! remix - yung dastard

[verse 1: yung dastard]
they like, “yung dastard be ballin’ too much”
pour the wock the way that she callin’ too much
n-ggas wavin’ that stick, you be stallin’ too much
you a lonely ass n-gga, c-ck blockin’ too much
yung dastard bag big and you pocket too much
n-ggas without a big got a pocket too much
kick your ass to the crib like a soccer or what
your b-tch beat on my d-ck like i box it too much
i smoke on that sugar pack, i’m coughin’ too much
got a crazy ass b-tch, she be stalkin’ too much
i will run up on n-ggas, i’m up it too much
b-tch, i don’t want the wet, you gon’ suck it or what?
i got a white shooter named dexter, what’s up?
i speed off in the whip, leave your ass in the dust
they like , “dastard, why the f-ck are you cursing so much?”
i said f-ck all the [?], i don’t give a f-ck

[verse 2: yvngxchris]
he rappin’ like chris, ayy, that boy is my clone
and it really ain’t sh-t just to get yo ass gone
and she know my name chris so she gave me that dome
she cryin’ and sh-t, i say “shorty, what’s wrong?”
like a f-ckin’ grenade, got your b-tch h-lla blown
walkin’ down on your block with a stick on my ‘lone
got your on [?] singing all of my songs
smokin’ on body builder, yeah, that strong
put my phone on do not disturb, won’t get a text
finna cop me a wagon, f-ck a model x
and your b-tch like a turkey, suckin’, gobbling
when i said i had glizzy’s, that’s not what i meant
b-tch, i been a scholar, i’m slidin’ with choppa
got your b-tch on my d-ck, i milly rock yo mama
bet your ho wanna f-ck ’cause i look like obama
left your b-tch in the past, now that ho not my problem
my choppa gon’ kick your ass like it’s karate or goddam soccer
that boy want a feature from yvngxchris, but if you don’t got no money just don’t even bother
they shoppin’ at [?]
this n-gga chris need to find another flow, you need to find your father
he don’t got a dollar, broke ass n-gga f-cked up in the crib livin’ like a monster
b-tch, you not a honor
[verse 3: yung dastard]
sh-t, don’t talk on my name if you ain’t about action
no, i won’t give you features, my n-gga, stop askin’
if you want it that bad, a n-gga gon’ tax it
leave his ass in a ditch while i’m smokin’ on thrax
yung dastard built different, i’m step on the cracks
on my gnarly boy sh-t, i’m turned up to the max
if i don’t got my guap, hit yo ass with a bat
my n-ggas quick on you, like [?]
have you smokin’ on mid, that sh-t is just bad
you say that ain’t it, you know that sh-t cap
got your b-tch on my d-ck while she wearin’ my cap
think i got achey ankles with the way that i snap
you a corny ass n-gga, stop chattin’ too much
when i come to the city, b-tch, i’m packin’ too much
beat her back and then dunk, it be sloppy at brunch
you a p-ssy n-gga, boy, i just had a hunch
can’t relate to you n-ggas, you n-ggas down bad
she gave me head in the bed, the best head that i’ve had
and all my boys winnin’, i know n-ggas mad
we stay chasing money, you broke n-ggas sad
if you broke as a chore, n-gga, go get a bag
if your b-tch took your guap, n-gga, go get it abck
this sh-t is not ready, yung dastard be spazzin’
and dastard make paper, n-gga, call me john madden
if i don’t got my toolie, then we get to scr-ppin’
you gon’ wake up all dazey like, “what the h-ll happened?”
rocky makin’ a movie, like ready, set, action
i pull out my ak, do you like my contraction?
yung dastard big moves, this the f-ckin’ compassion
if your ass speakin’ blood, i’m backin’ the [?]
she was suckin’ my d-ck like shawty has [?]
this beat is now over, it’s time for relaxin’
[outro: avanna]
thank you, i’ll say goodbye soon
though it’s the end of the world, don’t blame yourself, now
and if it’s true, i will surround you and give life to a world
that’s our own
thank you, i’ll say goodbye now
though it’s the end of the world, don’t blame yourself
and if it’s true, i will surround you and give life to a world
that’s our own

- yung dastard

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