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letra de f.w.t.k. - yung jb & lil kikke

[hook: yung jb]
f-ck with the kid woah
on the come up big yo
chasin’ the bands
get it on demand
do what i can
f-ck with the kid woah
on the come up big yo
boutta run em’ up man
make another grand aye
boutta run em’ up man
make another grand aye

[bridge: yung jb]
i’m not ill, i’m sick
no sleep, on a mission
no sense, got to listen
cookin’ in the kitchen
pop a pill, split a rillo, smoke that shit then grab a pillow

[verse 1: yung jb]
a pussy -ss jew ridin’ round in the coupe
can’t run forever, on the track it’s a loop
shoot the basketball, stuck inside a hoop
defenders are ops, totin’ fake straps
if i took you up on your word, you would hate that
hit it from the side like a b-ss drum
d-ck hit your lip make your face numb
she all on my head like i’m f-cking the beats
i’m runnin’ this shit, like i got on cleats
in the silk sheets, she toppin’ my meat
don’t know me, but know i stay strapped
16 to your dome, know the bullets fat
inflated -ss, can ya handle that?
i don’t want your cash or your hoes
also know i got my own
catch me slidin’ in the cut, and you know i’m not alone
with the homies with the cones
leave your skin off of your bones
shit nasty, but anything i do make her moan
can’t talk now busy getting to the racks
f-ck with the kid, b-tch you know i’m coming back
facts, relax, potential filled to max
extra cheese when i’m eating up her mac
f-ck around, drop a banger & shit
a bomb & shit
the commas sit
the llama rips
right through the thong
name brand ain’t last long
really ain’t that strong
what’s the name of that song?

[verse 2: lil kikke]
b-tch i’m ballin like curry
she cookin’ that curry
can’t f-ck with a b-tch if that pussy too furry
she slurp on my shit like a f-ckin’ mcflurry
i’m smokin’ that shit so my vision too blurry
i’m sippin’ that shit so my words kinda slurry
she do it for me
b-tch i do it for weed
make your girlfriend my queen
do not talk to me please
cuz i can’t even speak when i’m sippin’ that lean
f-ck with the kid, kikke b-tch
me & my team gon’ make it b-tch
poppin’ them bottles and poppin’ them models
f-ck with the squad, turn your -ss into fossils
kikke & yung jb
make some room on your mp3
we don’t play games no psp
f-ck with the kid, that’s rip
got me some c notes, i feel like a singer
b-tch i’m so cole, i feel like a sinner
eatin’ some beats, think it’s time for some dinner
b-tch i’m 100, call that shit a fever
need a b-tch with lips like kylie
got 2 hoes on me like kyrie
got that dirty in my styree
she gon’ ride my ball like miley
b-tch i am rocking that bling
you cannot f-ck with the kid
smokin that green
f-ckin’ your b-tch on the scene
got your b-tch all on my team
f-ckin’ the team
one day, i’ma be at the top, on the top of the building gettin’ top from a next top model
leave that b-tch walking round hobbled
not gon’ p-ss the weed like finals
f-ck with the kid, i’m grinding ho
i’ma go in till i can’t breathe ho
i’ma drink mo till i can’t see ho
i’ma smoke mo till i can’t puff mo
f-ckin’ these b-tches like everyday
all of my b-tches go every way
all of these rappers they all of my prey
with your girl i go 50 shades of grey

[bridge: yung jb]
i’m not ill, i’m sick
no sleep, on a mission
no sense, got to listen
cookin’ in the kitchen
pop a pill, split a rillo, smoke that shit then grab a pillow

- yung jb lil kikke

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