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letra de my ears hurt freestyle ! (youtube version) - yung trashi

[verse 1: lil dilly]
i’m popping pills, got me feeling real wavy
you pull up in civic’s, we up in mercedes
yo’ b-tch hit me up and she said i’m real tasty
you fake as h-ll and i know you hate me
yo’ b-tch tie me up and she said that i’m sweet
i’mma backstroke in that p-ssy, swimming
i got a white and a foreign girl on me
lil b-tch i’m freaky, you know i like feet
i got the choppa on me, no smith and weston
sat on my glock, thought it was an erection
shorty ain’t down to f-ck only like the texting
play with a b-tch like a band, call it one direction
i got guap, i got gualla
my shottas got flow no nle choppa
when we come through, went home to yo’ momma
she call me daddy but i’m not her father
i can’t f-ck with that hoe if her coochie hairy, yea
these p-ssies fake like the tooth fairy
that b-tch a sinner, yea, no saint mary
yea, that b-tch throw it back like a hail mary
i try my downloading yo b-tch like an app
i took yo b-tch, and i was gone give her back
lil’ b-tch i’m emo, i pull up in all black
that hoe ate me up just like a big mac
this beat got no melody, beat got no keys
yo’ shorty been texting, been texting me
i’m off lean, i might go to sleep
hit a home run in yo b-tch with the team
i got a choppa, that b-tch got a beam
car hot box, we been smoking green
b-tch suck my d-ck and she used some t–th
she tie me up then i told her to leave
all these hoes dropping like leaves
we in the whip and we bumping lil peep
she think we forever, i leave while she sleep
yo’ b-tch been sipping on me like iced tea

[verse 2: yung trashi]
rewind it like it was gold
he get folded like he was some clothes
he was fronting, he don’t tote no poles
kicked his b-tch out , i told her to go
get my cheddar , no shrimp alfredo
she progressive like her name was flo
he got bodied like the super bowl
he got b-tched because he was a hoe, ugh!
put syrup on pancakes, i’m having a good day
i keep the yappa, like my name was tay-k
you n-ggas foolish for using some allstate
you’s a b-tch, you get touched, like you a prostate
look at me wrong, you get handled the right way
l2, r2, like it’s a x-ray
you step on my forces, your cranium gotta pay
stomp you out like you was donald trump’s toupee
uh, okay, please get the f-ck out the way, uh
i’m trying to ride in the rafe, uh
none of you n-ggas is safe, uh
put you in a bodybag with zipties
caught yo’ b-tch working at five guys
you’s a b-tch n-gga, take a look in my eyes
and you gone see a resemblanceof the moonlight
i came back with it
got flowers on my vest with a cat in it
you think you beating somebody with that last sentence
you taking sh-t from n-ggas like you was cat nipping
you is a maggot
you called me a f-ggot
because my drip is way to immaculate
keep you boxing in like you was packaging

[verse 3: lil dilly &

- yung trashi

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