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letra de nut real quick rmx - yung p dough

[intro: yung p dough, edp445]
i be f-ckin’ your b-tch from the back, ayy
got your mom, on my sack, as i’m makin’ this track
f-ckin’ a b-tch, f-ckin’ a b-tch, then i nut real f-ckin’ quick
at 5 my mom left me out in the ditch…
would you guys consider jacking off to be a sport?
i don’t know about you motherf-ckers, but i consider that sh-t to be a sport, okay?
(shyguymadeit)

[chorus 1: yung p dough]
i be f-ckin’ your b-tch from the back, ayy
got your mom, on my sack, as i’m makin’ this track
f-ckin’ a b-tch, f-ckin’ a b-tch, then i nut real f-ckin’ quick
at 5 my mom left me out in the ditch, okay let’s go

[verse 1: yung codfixe]
i be f-cking your cousin in the lab, ayy
got your auntie on my lap and she’s making me fap
now i’m lost in her b-tt crack, so i whip out my map
and if you say your auntie is a saint then that’s cap
i hit it from the back making her scream like a seagull (wah!)
bro, i’m getting seasick from the way that bootie wiggle (woah)
breeding your whole family you’d think that it’s illegal (oh sh-t)
i’m talking about family so shout out to vin diеsel

[verse 2: lil bean]
ok, yeah my money look likе spinach, this sh-t green like grass, ayy
i be chillin in my room, your b-tch shaking ass, ayy
i can see through all the bullsh-t, this sh-t made of glass, yuh
can’t lecture me ho, sit down, you in class
zooming and speeding, this wok got me leaning
i f-ck on your b-tch in the evening, huh
money i’m needing, my d-ck i be beating
don’t care if you have any feelings, ho
f-ck it, i need it, new jordan’s, don’t crease it
i be on the grind like a meathead, yuh
she eating my s-m-n, pull up in a demon
i narrate like i’m morgan freeman, yuh
(b-tch, okay, let’s go)
[chorus 2: yung p dough ]
i be f-ckin’ your b-tch from the back, ayy
got your mom, on my sack, as i’m makin’ this track
f-ckin’ a b-tch, f-ckin’ a b-tch, then i nut real f-ckin’ quick
at 5 my mom left me out in the ditch, okay let’s go (let’s go!)

[verse: 3 yung p dough]
that’s right i’m f-ckin’ back, you already know
i got hoes on my d-ck, and i tell em to go slow
’cause i barely last a minute
two seconds and i’m finished
soon enough i’ma feature yung spinach
f-ckin’ on your ho, then i whip off of my scooter (off my scooter)
d-mn she hot, though i think her daddy cuter (yeah he is)
i don’t f-ck b-tches, unless the my tutor
shoot your crib up, like i’m a school shooter
money be flowing in like a bad period
this ain’t no joke now i’m f-ckin’ serious
ho you know that p-ssy ain’t mysterious
everyone at that b-tch like it’s a black friday

[chorus: 3 yung p dough]
i be f-ckin’ your b-tch from the back, ayy (from the back)
got your mom, on my sack, as i’m makin’ this track
f-ckin’ a b-tch, f-ckin’ a b-tch, then i nut real f-ckin’ quick
at 5 my mom left me out in the ditch, okay let’s go
[outro: yung p dough]
god d-mn, was this track was f-ckin’ sh-t. okay. honestly i just stop makin’ music

- yung p dough

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