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letra de exquisite - yung god

[intro]
grease!
god! god! okay!
this that grease flow, never gave a f-ck n-gga
hoo! hoo! hoo! hoo! hoo! hoo! hah
pay attention

[verse 1]
i’m the illest m-th-f-cka with vocal chords
what i need a friend for?
what i need a b-tch for?
feel like i’m so ahead of my d-mn time
got lil keis on the beat so i ain’t gotta rhyme
you ain’t gotta rhyme when your swag like this huh?
haters kiss my -ss and my nutz at the same time
i’m a living legend, m-th-f-ck being famous
ride through the hood, the same n-ggas think they bangin
die for your flag and imma die for this green sh-t
seen a lot of things that a n-gga don’t agree with
but it ain’t my business so i keep it to myself
try to judge me and you don’t even know your own self
n-ggas asking favors dawg and i ain’t even on yet
had one wish, i die and i resurrect
feed all the hate in my music, it’s immortal yes
got a b-tch in arizona, all she talk about is s-x

[chorus]
d-mn i got so many goals, the soccer moms be all on my d-ck
cl!ck clack bangin your b-tch, i’m exquisite
no you cannot see me b-tch but can i get a witness?
f-ck taking your money, imma take all your b-tches
swag finger l!ckin, b-tch i’m exquisite
i’m so exquisite
i’m so exquisite
respect me cause i’m gifted
i’m so exquisite
b-tch i’m exquisite
i’m so exquisite

[verse 2]
i think i’m agoff, my swag for sale
gotta watch my back like a n-gga in a jail cell
i pull b-tches like ll
i got more stories than a d-mn expensive hotel
got a bad b-tch that drink c-m
i sent her back like a refund, no re runs
yung god make her deep guts say holy sh-t when i step in this b-tch like a polymath
grease b-tch, no notepad
these n-ggas hate, all i do is laugh and do the math
n-ggas think they cool so i’d rather be a outcast
b-tch i don’t even need to brag
i’m above your words like an asterisk
when you’re comfortable with yourself, that’s real swag b-tch
n-gga come down south and get your -ss kicked for that fake sh-t
spark up, now i’m weightless
i know these lame n-ggas gone hate this

[chorus]
i got so many goals, the soccer moms be all on my d-ck
cl!ck clack bangin your b-tch, i’m exquisite
no you cannot see me b-tch but can i get a witness?
swag finger l!ckin, i’m so exquisite
i’m so exquisite
i’m so exquisite
b-tch i’m exquisite
respect me cause i’m gifted
i’m so exquisite
b-tch i’m exquisite
b-tch i’m exquisite
sxquisite
sxquisite
sxquisite
sxquisite
b-tch i’m exquisite
swag finger l!ckin

[outro]
huh! lil keis on the beat n-gga
grease!
grease!
grease?

- yung god

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