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letra de onions (remix) - yung lambo

[verse 1: young seagull]
flex gang pushin’ p while these boys all shake n bake
hit another l!ck, you could call it dead freight
call me ronnie coleman cause i’m pushin’ mad weights
send a fake one to the fishes at the bottom of a lake
you rockin gang tats but i disregard the body art
these boys ain’t special, just some rotten body parts
bound to be plentiful, i’m aimin at his ephemeral
if the swamp were a city i would be the general
best duo in the gamе me and shreckneck
risin to thе top real fast, breakneck
spittin real sh-t on a quest to find catharsis
not takin any sh-t from a hyperpop artist
lambo season sculpture, imma do it for the culture
i’d rather be an ogre than a trend-hunting vulture
do it for the city where yung lambo be the mayor
spit another 16 they can’t eat up all the layers

[hook: yung lambo]
ogres are like onions, they’ve got layers
if the swamp were a city i would be the mayor
all the sequel stans, they be all the haters
you know i got the high ground like i got a lightsaber
ogres are like onions, they’ve got layers
if the swamp were a city i would be the mayor
all the sequel stans, they are all the haters
you know i got the high ground like i got a lightsaber
[verse 3: lil squeaky]
hol’ up, let me get it started
squeaky goin’ raw, man, smell it like i farted
came in with my b-tch she met your b-tch and they was friends
she a psycho, she [?] pushin’ all my [?]
crashin’, crashin’, gettin’ b-tches is a passion
i don’t save money with all that dollar-store fashion
if you like the movie pocahontas you a capper
[?] stay cr-p and i still stay trap
and imma hit your grandma up and ask for some apple pie
ay, shrek need lambo and so do i
and fiona need lambo and no other guy
i can guarantee, my n-gga, you are not the guy
you can get them baggy-ass jeans with the broken fly
shut up lil b-tch or you finna die
trim my b-tch up, break a b-tch down in the nick of time
[?] cartoon network, disney went to sh-t and died
[?] tv [?] p-ssin [?] eating chicken-fried
greased up, gassed up, they ain’t feelin’ right
they don’t know but their wife has been cheatin’
and if they ever find out they need some therapy treatment
over the counter
that b-tch got stole and i found her
you n-ggas really some downers
ruined your life in an hour
your property’s ours and you won’t ever find another
yeah, there’s layers to this sh-t, like an onion m-th-f-cka

- yung lambo

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