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letra de wasteyutes - yung eli! & king bread

[verse 1: yung eli! & king bread]
that boy not a shooter forreal
i got n-ggas who still posted up in the trap and they prolly gone lose it forreal
and that’s prolly where i’mma be at if i never take off with this music forreal
fight, you don’t want do it forreal
bow, n-gga we shootin to k!ll
it look nice but it get hard to chew wit this grill
if i’m hungry you losing your meal
no you can’t stay at the crib lil’ b-tch
you better go ‘head get a uber for real
and you been talkin real crazy, got plenty glocks better cool it forreal
big gas, got 3 or four blunts in rotation my n-gga i’m zooted forreal
i’m like boy is you stupid forreal?
why the f-ck would you try my gang? drive by aim
that n-gga walkin’ we ride by lames
boy i’mma find whеre your grandma stay
play no games but we ain’t еver in the sidelines
bye-bye, you can’t even get my time
why try? only if you want die
it’s okay we gone catch that boy outside
d-mn, you come around wit’ that cap, we gone whack ’em and say it’s an accident
you tried to get out the trap wit’ that rappin, that sh-t wasn’t happening
i got your lil’ babygirl in my crib and she doing the kaepernick
after i buss make her bus to her base, when i call her you know she’ll be back again

[verse 2: yung eli! & king bread]
back to back baddies she dirty she nasty like
she got a cake so i’m calling her patty
she call me daddy, she’s doin’ the trappin’
she flip it, and pack it, and wrap it in plastic
coupe with the wings so we fly like aladdin
either that or we stacked in a big body caddy
talkin’ and talkin’ and talkin’ that trash
i think he want smoke, ayo eli dawg ask him
i’m like boy what’s the problem? pipe down
i got the ice and its really bright now
i be shining jus’ like a lighthouse
f-cked on his b-tch and he wanna fight now
we keep some sticks in this b-tch: call of duty
my boy got a clip on his hip like a movie
i bet i could turn your auntie to a groupie
i might put “yung eli!” all over her b00bies
this lil’ bitty b-tch in the crib tryna do me
cause my money long man i feel like lil uzi
they stealin’ my style man i’m finna start suing
they tryna be me but can’t do how i do it
this ain’t “look alive” but we finna start shootin
f&n, draco, the choppa start chewin’
roll up a blizzy its fatter den sushi
livin’ my dream so it’s gotta be lucid
been snappin since eli said “i got some money to make”
used to get sad from the opps when they hated, i swear it’s jus funny today
cause the same ones who hated, man, they keep on tryna come and link up wit us
oh that’s your girl? d-mn, my bad, she ain’t tell me that when she f-ckin us
and it’s prolly cause
[verse 3: yung eli! & king bread]
they some f-ck n-ggas
and i’m down for a fight never duck n-ggas
brand new rifle man, i’m tryna hunt n-ggas
even young man, i never did trust n-ggas
you talking loud, please shut the f-ck up n-gga
god d-mn enough is enough n-gga
you be smoking that mid, if you smoke what i smoke
man this gas pack gone have you stuck n-gga
in this b-tch and i’m just having fun
she want me to put kids on her tongue
that boy p-ssy he ain’t got no gun
keep it honest i don’t give a f-ck
i swear i’mma say what i please
show respect when you talkin’ to me
i can’t f-ck, p-ssy need some febreeze
so i told that b-tch hit her knees
why would i stay in school? i make more than a teacher
i do what i want, you do what is cheaper
your girl or my pockets, tell me what’s deeper
get the f-ck off the mic, lil boy you a squeaker
and you need a whole lot of cash if you want a feature
she ain’t got no ass, lil boy you can keep her
and either she farted, or she a queefer
it do not matter i really don’t need her
bond and sh-t, we put him up in the sky like a blimp
talking sh-t for a b-tch? boy you a simp
n-gga talkin’ crazy he can get hit
and the bl!cky got kick like a karate kid
i jus been coolin’ i’m riding wit sticks
you moving wassi, run your sh-t
that boy is a b-tch, we gone hit a l!ck
[verse 4: yung eli! & king bread]
she gave me bubbles like bathtub
her ass fat like santa
said she love you, she cappin’
got wozzles, it was fantastic
and i got ‘em like “d-mn!”, b-tch i’m the man
sold a myyute some soda and told him it’s xans
that n-gga talkin’ i know he a fan
come fend for your homie he finna get tanned!
he claim jane but he from milton
i pined his ting now he hurtin’
you are what you eat, so why’s he a p-ssy?
cause i swear this yute is a virgin
you don’t want smoke, man fi cough from di grabba
nice up the talks, go an suck on ya muddah
we put a wasteman right up in a blizzy
wash ‘em like dishes he never recover
wallah wallah, we finna pop by the summer, summer
we turning up ’til the sun up
i only stay wit my brothers
cause dawgs turn to opps and it’s f-cked up
and most of these shawtys pretending
got mans bare f’d up like fendi
she wanna sip on my henny
dip and come back like woo on a wednesday
to a hoe who tryna come back like the woo
couldn’t even give less of a f-ck ‘bout you
too bad, so sad, you in touch with the truth
so you want me now that’s tough for you boo
knew from the start how these b-tches be movin’
you want me back? are you dumb? are you stupid?
knew from the start how i’m choosy, goofy
you can’t be wifey, you just a groupie

- yung eli king bread

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