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letra de ue - yung kayo

[chorus]
ue, ue
bustdown ue, bustdown ue
i spin her friend, i got toolies
i got bands, i get into it
hand movin’

[verse 1]
i roll me up a whole pound before i test that hooker
they try to tell me slow down in the ‘rari, boy, you cutter
i got a port like [?]
hold on baby girl, then cut on
told baby girl, “we never gon’ fall, i’m way-way up like taco”
all these vvs on my wrist, and too many muhf-ckin’ puddles
hop in the shelby, rockin’ the lv, all this muhf-ckin’ muscle
half bottle, weight my cup
baby walk in, wan’ f-ck
told her, “don’t touch my wock'”
twenty-five k every time i talk
she just wan’ pop like drop
ask her, “wanna play with my glock?”
fifty mags down yo’ block, we never gon’ stop
i got tags, paper tags, b-tch, it’s a new car
i’m in the h like a muhf-ckin’ rocket
go to toronto, i feel like siakam
when i’m in hurt, you know i’m in my pocket
oh, you tryn’ get in my pocket?
she know that my jewelry truckin’
only beat down on my way, you can’t cop it
[chorus]
ue
bustdown ue, bustdown ue
i spin her friend, i got toolies
i got bands, i get into it
hand movin’

[verse 2]
i took the wock to houston
now she out, drop with the stars in the roof
talk to twins like towers
get to the money like saudi
all of my n-ggas front like calamari
i’m smokin’ dope, i don’t gotta charge it
hop out the double r, speed off in the ‘rari
i’m on, h-llo, i’m gone
she rockin’ hermes
if i give you racks, not takin’ it back
i’m a young n-gga that came from the trap
i got the rick and the stick in my vest
he lucky i robbed him, ’cause i could’ve k!lled him
ain’t no sun, it ain’t go, “ball-ball-ball”

[chorus]
ue
bustdown ue, bustdown ue
i spin her friend, i got toolies
i got bands, i get into it
hand movin’

- yung kayo

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