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letra de dissin' and dunkin' - yunghean

(h-llo!)

stuffin’ the three line with blue
sadie my choppa we comin’ for you
grindin for comma we stuck in the stu
hidin from drama, they act like i knew

visit the social might f-ck up a tool
yunghean is local his songs are on cue
flyin like dodo got wings on the coup (skrt!, skrt!)
b-tches in bach, i f-ck em by group
b-tches in bach, i f-ck em by group
i’m my own boss don’t look for the scoop (nah!)
never take loss, the buzzer down too
money like moss, time it was due
time it was due (uh!)
time it was due

yuh
remember that fat boy dissin’ in dunkin’
actin all tough, wit the hats, he’s cappin’ (no cap!)
frontin’ that trap, why i’m doin’ this rappin’
lackin’ that clap
better start bossin’
gotta chrome heart, always be crossin’
gotta a big course, always wit’ passion
b-tch into lashin’ (b-tch!)
cop her some fashion
always comin’ broke (haha!) why i slide you that ration
these p-ssies come 0 and stay with that bashin’
ain’t finna bless you and really stop askin’
ever since 5 years earnin’ that jackson (yessir!)
got some more traction
mansion in aspen
bank got the cash in
steerin’ that boat with the boat no crashin’ (lil boat!)
wipin’ his nose why sent him that napkin
junk like a valve imma need that fasten
too much back got this chest like a cabin
not enough clappin’
hean an assassin
way too much boofin’
murda these beats when the sub be lackin’
(background ad-lib)
(man these heads doin’ too much, always boofin’ and lackin’ and hatin’ you know imma murda this bit)

(it’s yunghean!)

(yuh!)
visit the social might f-ck up a tool
yunghean is local his songs are on cue
flyin like dodo got wings on the coup (skrt!, skrt!)
b-tches in bach, i f-ck em by group
b-tches in bach, i f-ck em by group
i’m my own boss don’t look for the scoop (nah!)
never take loss, the buzzer down too
money like moss, time it was due
time it was due (uh!)
time it was due

make me a millie gotta get this quick (uh!)
take me a pillie then i count that brick
know it get chilly but i go for the pic (freezin’!)
only bad hotties at bliss come thicc
plug for da move but it ain’t no kick
plug for da move but it ain’t no kick
plug for da move but it ain’t no kick (party plug!)
(it’s lit!)
no frisk alir, dip out quick
show my band, way too thick (uh!)
work my hand, way to stick
stand on my money, height as before
tradin’ in the chevy then double my door (skrt!)
mixin the muddy that tained galore (purp!)
neck got the water like shore
go to the store for dior
scroll, see what i wore
d-mn, went and i got it i’m up in the score
burn it and skrt it my foot the floor
(b-tch shut up!)

- yunghean

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