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letra de lit up - yung ro

[intro]
mm-mm
mm-mm, push it when it bleed
(ayy, who made it? millian made it)
p-ssy
yeah, yeah, yeah

[chorus]
ain’t no scr-ps with beef or blood and sh-t
and how you f-cking with them n-ggas and yo’ brother dead?
you say you gon’ slide, you put that on yo’ brother grave
i just watched your insta’ story off my other page
these n-ggas ain’t living like that, these n-ggas bluffin’
this choppa i got, russian, i just brought it from my cousin
these diamonds on me bussin’, yeah, i dare a n-gga to touch me
i’m smoking on that rafe, got the trap smellin’ musty
[verse 1]
yeah, yeah, smoking on that gas, it’s exotic
fell in love with oxycontin, i got percs up in my body
she said she love me, i start nodding
capital one, this ho just want what’s in my wallet
i’ma f-ck her with my jеans on, paid a thousand for these robbins
i go to danny when i’m shopping, got a mall up in my closеt
i’ma bill boy, no jody, but all my hoes are like tarija
i’m on percocet’s, my legs said excuse me when i start nodding
i pay for it if i want it, b-tch, i got it
she see my chain and start smiling, yeah, that’s that ice water
i pop percocet’s before we chill, it make me f-ck harder
i bring that sh-t to his front door just like a lunch order
yeah, she call me daddy when we f-ck, but only got one daughter
yeah

[chorus]
ain’t no scr-ps with beef or blood and sh-t
and how you f-cking with them n-ggas and yo’ brother dead?
you say you gon’ slide, you put that on yo’ brother grave
i just watched your insta’ story off my other page
these n-ggas ain’t living like that, these n-ggas bluffin’
this choppa i got, russian, i just brought it from my cousin
these diamonds on me bussin’, yeah, i dare a n-gga to touch me
i’m smoking on that rafe, got the trap smellin’ musty
[verse 2]
yeah, she want to f-ck me with me, she know i’m out the skin
i keep it p
i’m a bougie rapper, do hoes wrong, i sit and no one speaks
stay out my business, i don’t need advice, you don’t practice what you preach
he spent thirty thousand on a watch and made it back in that same week
he a hood n-gga, he don’t like good girls, he like freaks
i like her and she like me, i just might fly her out this week
yeah, neck bussin’, wrist bussin’, next i’ma do my t–th
i don’t care who bussin’, i stay clutchin’, you better not shoot at me
he got a contract on his head, and lil’ bro tryna sign that lease
she gon’ f-ck me ‘cause i’m a superstar and she heard i’m signed to meek
i don’t do well around weirdos, b-tch, i’m from the streets
last n-gga play with game, we left his brains on the seat
b-tch

- yung ro

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