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letra de no clout - yung jizz

[intro: yung jizz]
yeah, jizz, yeah, jizz, aye, ooh, yeah, huh

[verse 1: yung jizz]
j-man over jban$
y’all living in the the past like a caveman
i’ll k!ll you f-ckers with my bare hands
you know yj got bare hands
party gonna last like a rave man
i ain’t finna crash like i’m wasted
mosh gunna get so big like her waist did
huh, just wait ’til the b-ss hit
doing this sh-t in my bas-m-nt
but i still think that i made it (huh)
all of my bae’s so basic
they making me sick (yeah, aye)
with a fl!ck of my wrist i’ll sn-tch your b-tch (aye)
with a fl!ck of my bic i’ll master this (yeah, aye)
when i whip out my d-ck i own your b-tch, i own your b-tch (yeah)
with a clench of my fist, stay out my business
f-ck her so hard in the b-tt, dead-ss
f-ck her so hard in the b-tt, dead-ss (woo)
f-ck her so hard in the b-tt, dead-ss (huh)
homie i’m living it up (huh)
homie got drink in my cup (huh)
homie my bucks going up (huh)
homie your lucks going down
better hide when i’m in your town (yeah)
better vibe when you hear this sound (yeah)
better night when she’s around (yeah)
cause i know that she’ll be down (for what?)
for me to jizz in her mouth (woo)
no clout no clout, i’m giving her no clout
wait ’til the lights out
but i f-ck with the lights on
i’m whipping with no licence
i’m sipping with no guidance
she slipping on my diamonds
y’all sleeping on your highness
i’m f-cking her, her, her, her, her and her
so fast thats in a blur
how i’m getting so big with so little cash
i’m making it work
she taking off her shirt huh
i’m taking off her skirt huh
i take my whip and i skkrt, skkrt, skkrt, skkrt, skkrt, skkrt, skkrt, skkrt
getting geeked off of nutmeg (geek)
looking fleek on a monday (fleek)
acting street in a hyundai (street)
we gon skeet on you one day (skeet)
this street is a one way (yeah)
we ready for some gunplay (yeah)
locked and loaded thats a fun day
sh-lls flying get out the way (aye, aye, aye)
i escape feds on the way
i get away don’t leave no trace
you scream in pain, like three days grace
put you in your place, yeah

[verse 2: j_pastey]
guess who it is it’s your boy j_pastey (pastey)
a.k.a. the one your girl said who’s d-ck was so tasty (yummy)
spending yet another day
i’m looking for another way
to throw all these f-ckboy’s straight outta my car (get out)
cause all they do is get wasted off of my bars
because i own this joint, oh you don’t believe me?
well i guess i have to prove it when you come around to see me (yeah)
you see me uh, yeah
you feel me? (you feel me?)
homie i ain’t aquaman i ain’t smoking seaweed (weed)
as soon as you set the bar, i’m raising it
me and jizz light up this track so you could say we’re blazing it
we the greatest rappers since k.dot, earl and gambino
but we still drop the illest beats and bars you’ve ever seen though

- yung jizz

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