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letra de who knew - yungstove

[verse 1]
now that im poppin
everyone wanna hop in
take a ride on my c-ck wagon
everybody see my c-ck draggin
ima stop bragging ya hot now
watcha loner grab a mop now
so im jake long with the hot style
d-mn dog why you hostile
if i ain’t honest who gonna speak the truth
tell me brother is it me or you
if im being honest yeah i stole your boo
now you mad that i see her too
scappy doo ya ain’t got a clue
when i come for you, you better move
when i run up on you
youll smell like poo
youll sh-t your pants
watch me do my dance
try to pull up on me
youll catch these hands
new age rapper
finding new lands
tryin fight me
what a bright idea
make you peaceful
like youre from ikea
run away like
“oh yea see ya”
make you scream loud
your name is sia
turn you down like my name is mia
youll be the first
bet your name’s sofia
fake as f-ck
like that b-tch leah
ill name drop anyone
that’s right haley
go and get
your girl
whats her name stacy?
lyin -ss b-tch
tryna play me
did i say a b-tch?
i meant a wh0r- too
cheatin on me
shut the door too
don’t believe me
i got the text to prove
using me
that’s the wrong move
ill pick on anyone
then ill use my lube
bust a fat one over them

[hook]
who knew
i could be a pr-ck
listen to me
i hope it makes you sick
get on your knees
and suck my d-ck
do it right
i wanna hear you l!ck
im a ladies man
i swear im sl!ck
call you haley
cuz you’re a b-tch
ill go to dap you
i saw you flinch
don’t come at me
if your on the bench

[verse 2]
whys everyone coming to me
whys everyone shoving on me
whys everyone asking me
whys everyone blasting me
now i got big fans following me
now i got big fans sounding like me
now i got girls hands rubbing on me
now i got people all clubbing with me
yo
when you hear this flow
you know you gotta go
m-th-f-cka i will show
you how to put two and two
together
just get off me d-ck
before i would spit
i wasn’t even sh-t
now im popular
i need a binocular
to see my ego
let me go
b-tch
the clock tickin
ill be pickin
the why youll die
please don’t cry
im a boss
youre moss
sucking up water while i ponder
why im here
ill disappear
on day youll pay
for the things you’ve done
yeah im the one
who came from
a broken home
left all alone
just with my phone
listening to em and dre
knowing someday
ill be one of the greats
i know the hates
will just debate
that im not sh-t
i can hear it
from the c-ckpit
just stop it
b-tch
you got an itch
to be a pr-ck
just suck my d-ck
stop coming to me
you never knew me
just screw me
the grind don’t stop
my heart won’t drop
motherf-cker you can’t cop sh-t
youre so broke
youre just a joke
not even the pope
would wanna touch you
ill flush you i don’t trust you
won’t touch you
b-tch

- yungstove

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