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letra de going dummy - yung liver donor

[yld & ytc: artist tags]
yeah, what?
yung tax

[prod. tag]
jammy on the beat, boy

[yld: verse 1]
my lines are sicker than the coronavirus
my songs spreading quicker than a virus
so much money, got the gold touch like midas
beats harder than a wrecking ball like miley cyrus
when i release a single, everyone goes, “oh, snap”
i got the mac if anyone wants caps
just like beans, i kick at your sack
get bags, doin’ laps, yeah, you know i stay strapped
pull up with the strap, yeah, i pull up with the ruger
mess with your teacher; mess with your tutor
all up on that gas, you can call me a pooter
yo girl got a baby, but i didn’t do her
hop on the track and you know i got dumb
i love my parents, yes, i love my mum
i bet you play in the dirt, yeah you play with scum
i am depressed and now i need a hug (what?)
[yld & ytc: transition 1]
ah, imagine being depressed. bro, nah, couldn’t be me
yeah, i know, uh, uh, i cut my wrists every night and you know, i just, i just wished i’d die every, uh, single day, but, you know, it’s fine

[ytc: verse 2]
i stay strapped, just like some dyk-s
i grab my nuts like my name is mike
yo girl got me sweating like i’m taking a hike
got some flintstone gummies, now i’m high as a kite (ay)
i k!ll a baby, yeah, you call me democrat
if i see a furry die you know i’m gonna laugh
i have a p–p fetish, yeah, i like scat
cookin’ up in the stu, yeah, just like i have a rat (ay)
talkin’ bout rattatouie, yeah, i’m a chef
my whole album bumpin’ out, you go deaf
my pee is red, i call that liquid death
i eat my homie’s face off, cause i smoke meth (ay)
i am stuffing your girl just like a taco
i’m with a mexican, and his name is paco
i’m obsessed with five night’s at freddy’s, you can call me dawko
i sell aborted fetus cells at costco

[ytc: transition 2]
you know, lil- yung liver donor, i do know what you mean. you know, it’s okay to go dumb sometimes. you know, goin’ dummy, do a little bit stupid in the studio. you know, i mean, it’s fine when you’re a little r-t-rded, right?

[yld & ytc: verse 3]
your sense of humor gone like a paraplegic’s leg
if i go to jail, i know i’m gonna get some head
i got the strap like you’re gonna get pegged
slam my b-lls in the door, yeah, now my peepee red (ay)
snap on the track, yung liver donor
we just k!lled this beat, you can call us some poachers
every time i release a single, i get green like a stoner
i be getting green, yeah, like i’m playing poker (ay)
[yld & ytc: outro]
bro, imagine, just like, not getting any girls whatsoever. imagine being totally lonely, and alone in life…
yeah, uh, i, uh- i’m completely alone my dude. i- uh- i’m so depressed
yeah, i can’t relate to not getting any girls, dude. i get women all the time, bro. like always. i could be a hundred and fifty…

- yung liver donor

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