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letra de z06 remix - ​yvngxchris

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[verse 1]
lil’ shorty tryna f-ck on that lil’ n-gga yvngxchris ’cause he stay with a glocky
i can tell by the way she lookin’ that she cannot suck d-ck, but it’s not even jockey
i don’t know you lil’ n-gga, don’t call me your twin
i’ma beat that lil’ b-tch up again
and your b-tch wanna f-ck me, she love on my skin
on the block with the opps like, “bruh, how you been?”
godd-mn, got your b-tch in the crib tryna f-ck on cam
on the block with the opps, so the glock don’t jam
how the f-ck is we sneaky linkin’, but you postin’ me all on your ‘gram?
and i don’t even smoke on gas like that, but i’m really fiendin’, n-gga give me a gram
b-tch, i’m in the field, n-gga like cam
i’m not finna follow, you not shakin’ ass on the spam
like bro, what the f-ck is that?
and you don’t got a glock, so why the f-ck you thinkin’ you bustin’ back?
cookin’ that oven act’
why the f-ck did you think that she loyal? she shakin’ that f-ckin’ ass
dumbass n-gga, i’m throwin’ in energy luber
they say i’m a god, they know i’m a trooper
these n-ggas be b-tches, goofy goober
my n-gga, what the f-ck rhyme with goober?
haha, i don’t even know, man
i take me a xan and i throw up
why this b-tch keep on thinkin’ that i’m her friend?
what the f-ck do i look like, [?]
i hit that lil’ b-tch from the back and her nose up
got celibacy? b-tch, i’m givin’ no f-cks
how the f-ck you posted with that glock, you dead, b-tch, sh-t got no luck
[interlude]
y’all need to stop sleepin’ on my n-gga chris, that n-gga be goin’ dummy, bruh
that man yvngxchris really out here, bruh, stop f-ckin’ with that n-gga yvngxchris, 2021
y’all better stop sleepin’ on that boy yvngxchris, y’all know he takin’ over

[verse 2]
yeah, yeah, yeah, my n-gga, you trippin’
i’m sippin’ on tech, b-tch, this not lipton
they callin’ me jaden, i stay with a smith &
i seen that lil’ b-tch and i might put my d-ck in
erase that n-gga like my name finlince!
not cuffin’ no b-tch, i’m keepin’ my distance
i’m finna f-ck on that lil’ bitty b-tch today, go to the next one
’cause you know that a n-gga ain’t worried ’bout these b-tches
kankan, i’ma beat women
b-tch, i just got a brand new h-llcat (f-ck), i left my keys in it
and i just f-cked a seventy-six year-old granny like b. simmons
i tried to put my d-ck up in her p-ssy, but i can’t get hard, my meat trippin’
d-mn, i got erectile dysfunction
she make her head blow like concussion
i make a (-pptt-) like a whoopie cushion
her p-ssy deep, i’ma put my foot in (may i switch the flow, if y’all don’t mind?)
my glock is a thot, it’s gon’ f-ck you and your homie
lil’ b-tch, i’ma chef it, no f-ckin’ ravioli
i’m finna f-ck on this b-tch for a godd-mn night, then i’m passin’ her to my homie
d-mn, i slide with the choppa, i showed ’em my blue face, i had the ho sayin’, “holy moly”
d-mn, got two twin glocks, not talkin’ bout zack and cody, finna aim at him, mr. moseby
okay, that n-gga said that he had me with the b-tches, i swear to god, these ho’s ugly
d-mn, and i’m finna blow me a bag on this b-tch, so i’m finna be mad if she don’t f-ck
b-tch, i know that my d-ck a lil’ short, but that sh-t really [?], i don’t even know much
yeah, and i got a feet fetish, so i’m not finna f-ck on a ho if her feet is ugly
d-mn, yvngxchris too nice with the ho’s, i can’t even think of a b-tch who don’t love me

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