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letra de slidin' n vibin' - yung jb & lil kikke

[verse 1: lil kikke]
god d-mn, gotta get it for my homie tho
yeah they talkin shit but we all know them b-tches phony tho
got yellow b-tches, sippin purple feel like kobe tho
and i hope them b-tches get the picture ain’t no sony tho
god d-mn, i gotta do it for the crew
and don’t question religion cuz you know that shit is t.r.u
f-cked her best friend, she ain’t even got a clue
and yeah we roll the green in the f-ckin bamboo
told that b-tch i love her i don’t even ever call her back
ain’t no dentist but b-tch im winning & you can see the plaque
pull up in a maybach and you pull up in a pontiac
you faker than the zodiac, you softer than a paperback
and i got this good d like a f-ckin’ cornerback
and i never worry cuz i know that ima get it back
b-tch we f-ckin ready for the fetty, hoes be actin petty
loyal to the game, all eyez on me i feel like macaveli
all my b-tches dimes so i ain’t f-ckin with a ugly betty
all about my cheese, my macaroni and the fettuccine
i wish you would no genie
smokin green zuchini
wet you up no fiji
pussy taste like kiwi
all these b-tches need me
all your b-tches kneedy
all my b-tches feed me
you can never be me
b-tch i feel like cena you can never see me (oh lawd)

[hook: yung jb]
storm flood, storm surge
k!llin these beats like its a purge
i’m slidin’ n vibin’, manueverin’ n coneivin’ (x2)
storm flood, storm surge
k!llin these beats like its a purge (x2)

[verse 2: yung jb]
threesome with your b-tch i make em’ merge
slidin’ n vibin’ through traffic
practice this shit, it’s a tactic
beat it up like i’m c-ssius
splitting the v like gymnastics
pussy drippin like mol-sses
water bottle bong, burn the plastic
surround me like a moat
riding me like a boat
all over me like a coat
controlla like a remote
watch me do this shit take notes
pencil in hand, rappin all over the land
world upside down, hand stand
smile upside down, it’s a frown
-ss spherical cus it’s round
up on it where is my crown
now i’m the word around town
spent time lost, now i’m found
d1 bound, shooting these shots
i’ll get caught
i’ll get caught smokin pot
look at the strand that i bought
look at the seeds that i grew
grow, roll, smoke not chew
this how i do
rest in peace uncle stu
finessing this shit , i’mma jew

[beat change]

[verse 3: yung jb]
sharpshooter, but i rode bench
play no defense, chase me, hop the fence
heart broke, need a stent
surgery, remember but it’s blurry
medicate, smoking green not celery
b-tch i’m straight, my hair was curly
jury on my side like a glock
ammo in stock
load up, c-ck my c-ck
p-ssin bullets out like john stock
now they chase me
lil boat waitin at the dock
riding & i ain’t gettin caught
no fight to be faught
already on my yacht
running this shit and i cannot be stopped
cannot be plucked
water like an aqueduct
too much sauce for your girl, pussy lips cannot be shut
got me like yuck
you with that shit, boy you stuck
points lossed, that’s reduct
she cut you off, eyebrow gettin plucked b-tch!

- yung jb lil kikke

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