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letra de asian shop bitch - yung wafer x pasta daddy

[chorus: yung wafer]
chilling in an asian shop b-tch, with a chopstick, stop it
i just told shorty give me top b-tch
sitting at the back of english, what’s the topic?
wafer where’s your p-n-s?
so i mother f-cking flop it
chilling in an asian shop b-tch, with a chopstick, stop it
i just tell shorty give me top b-tch
sitting at the back of english, what’s the topic?
wafer where’s your p-n-s?
so i mother f-cking flop it

[verse 1: yung wafer]
kung-fu panda, b-tch i’m about to top sh-t
me and pasta daddy about to motherf-cking drop sh-t
hit them in the middle, like a motherf-cking bop it, pop it
haters talking down they get dropped quick
you get popped like a pop quiz
tell me shorty where you stomping
pop out lock, yeah uh
run up on a hater, we rock yeah uh
furry like a wookie, you are just a rookie
speeding down the highway, switching lanes about to book me
pull up to your blocky, sucky on my c-cky
playing with all these b-tches like we on tamogotchi

[chorus: yung wafer]
chilling in an asian shop b-tch, with a chopstick, stop it
i just tell shorty give me top b-tch
sitting at the back of english, what’s the topic?
wafer where’s your p-n-s?
so i mother f-cking flop it
chilling in an asian shop b-tch, with a chopstick, stop it
i just told shorty give me top b-tch
sitting at the back of english, what’s the topic?
wafer where’s your p-n-s?
so i mother f-cking flop it

[verse 2: pasta daddy]
asian shop like noodle (uh)
your dad want my doodle (yuh yuh)
committing homicide on the track and it’s brutal (yuh)
shooting at your wife like i’m oscar pistorius
all the b-tches want me like my name’s jacob sartorius
everybody asking me, ‘pasta where the chorus is?’
little red riding hood i’ll tell you what the story is
slap you like a handball
pop you like a pimple
reinventing aussie rap, it’s that f-cking simple
shooting with no pistol
wanted like a criminal (yuh)
creating our own voice, you know that we’re original
b-tch you stank (yuh)
like a meme i’m dank (uh)
pulling up in balaclavas we will rob a bank (yuh)
lbs is f-cking huge you could call him a tank (yuh)
your dad coming over, he told me that he wants a spank (uh)
screaming hard, i need some tunes
playing tennis, your a deuce
wanna make a mix tape, b-tch just hit me up and i’ll produce
we send you couple beats (yuh)
got them on repeat (aye)
b-tch keep the receipt
hear about us in the streets
listen to us every weekend, like you go to church (uh)
jump on my own beats and i murder them like a purge (uh)
listen to us every weekend, like you go to church (uh)
jump on my own beats and i murder them like a purge (uh)

- yung wafer x pasta daddy

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