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letra de on daddy - yung shmeat

[pre-chorus: lil hecti]
i’ma hit a lick ’cause that’s what i like to do
pull up smokin’ glue, yeah i f-ck b-tches in two, yeah
this is johnny dang, no ben baller
i been ballin’ since a youngin’
got that diamond criss cross, apple sauce
i’ma floss on that b-tch, yuh
yeah, i stay runnin’ it up
all this lean inside of my cup
countin’ all these big bucks
yeah, i keep it tucked

[chorus: yung shmeat]
i might pop some pillies ’cause that’s what i like to do
i might get some bars and i’ll take like one or two
you be stayin’ mad ’cause you know i f-cked your boo
we stay makin’ bangers, yeah we always at the stu’
(x2)

[verse 1: lil keller]
i might f-ck a freshman ’cause that’s what i like to do
i might steal your girl, b-tch i’m always with the crew
b-tches come in flocks, yeah they stick to me like glue
lil’ mama comin’ at me man, i might just have to screw

[verse 2: yung shmeat]
gra, gra
that’s my choppa, b-tch
yeah, my hunnids blue, just like lelo and st-tch
shawty show action, i’m gettin’ to cappin’
don’t mess with the gang or we be attackin’
i’m gettin’ the bag, and we livin’ lavish
my neck cost about fifty, and we stay relaxin’
diamonds on my neck and they be shining really bright
i might go and f-ck that bit because she lookin’ ight
keep it on the dl, baby i don’t wanna fight
if a dude is testin’ me, his life is on the line

[verse 3: slothdaddy & playboi ‘mami]
b-tch, i’m here to f-ck right on your daughter
you can’t hang with us ’cause you a bother
pull up on my boys and you get slaughtered
yeah we keep the strap, we got the choppas
you trying to flex, but it’s so fake
shut the f-ck up for your own sake ’cause k!llin’ you be easy as cake
you say the streets make you hard and sh-t
so, how the f-ck did the streets make you into a snitch, b-tch
i laugh when your -ss say you wanna fight
f-ck with me and get ready to f-ckin’ lose his sight
is it my fault your girl dream about me in the night?
why you mad, we used to be so tight

[verse 4: lil keller]
b-tches need my d-ck like they need water
you don’t gotta beg, just gotta holler
you ain’t worth sh-t, i can buy you with a f-ckin’ doller
can’t handle this d-ck, yeah i bet you just need it smaller

[verse 5: yung shmeat]
yeah, i tell the world that they need to know our name
you can’t handle bars with your little -ss brain
first you say we broke, but we only make it rain
now, watch me with your b-tches as i make them run a train
never doubt us ’cause we’ll pull up with the f-ckin’ gang
leave that sour taste up in your mouth, i call it tang
pull up with the choppas and i leave a f-ckin stain
now listen to this song as it make your mouth hang

- yung shmeat

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