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The Lunch Crew Company Y'ello Nigga ran off on the plug, is you stupid? (uh-uh) Bitch, this a milkshake, not a smoothie (hello) Hit a nigga block with that chop, how you doin'? (Y'ello) Bitch, we got your location, where you movin'? (Boom) If she ain't fuckin', put her on the block list (uh) You don't fuck on first night? Girl, stop it (uh-uh) I don't like good bitches, they just not it (oh no) I only fuck with whores, I'm toxic (y'ello) Let me see the pussy real quick, finger test, let me smell it Balenciaga shirt and shoes but the jeans embellished Ride with seven blickies in the car and all my niggas felons I wanna fuck Karen Civil raw but I don't know how to tеll her Left lick, came back with Boatboy and DDG Frеsh-fresh wax, got the pussy bald headed, like E-V-E Just was sleeping on the floor now a young nigga on BET Put Trump back in office, got my niggas rich off EDD (The Lunch Crew Company) Huh, can you mind me up? It's jokes in my rap, but on the low, niggas bodied up Young-young-young crack baby, put me in a jar and rock me up Rod Wave won't let me b Nigga ran off on the plug, is you stupid? (uh-uh) Bitch, this a milkshake, not a smoothie (hello) Hit a nigga block with that chop, how you doin'? (Y'ello) Bitch, we got your location, where you movin'? (Boom) If she ain't fuckin', put her on the block list (uh) You don't fuck on first night? Girl, stop it (uh-uh) I don't like good bitches, they just not it (oh no) I only fuck with whores, I'm toxic (y'ello) I been giving out medium-sized rich dick (Mm) Only eat pussy if the inside pink as Patrick (Yes) Ridin' 'round the city, they treat bro just like the protagonist I think that I was resurrected just like Lazarus (Damn) Honey pack too bitter for me and it never work Rather hit the bathroom 'fore I fuckin' pop eleven Percs I fucked an ugly bitch through the night, she asking me for merch Bitch, we don't give out souvenirs, this ain't how that work (Stupid-ass bitch) I don't know how to flirt (Yeah) I need several blank skirts from a blanked out nurse Being broke or a bitch, I don't what's worse Packman sent me sixty-thousand donuts to do this verse Nigga ran off on the plug, is you stupid? (uh-uh) Bitch, this a milkshake, not a smoothie (hello) Hit a nigga block with that chop, how you doin'? (Y'ello) Bitch, we got your location, where you movin'? (Boom) If she ain't fuckin', put her on the block list (uh) You don't fuck on first night? Girl, stop it (uh-uh) I don't like good bitches, they just not it (oh no) I only fuck with whores, I'm toxic (y'ello) I just bought a mop stick and a pocket rocket Knock you out your socket, that's what all my opps get I be rockin' Gucci, gettin' hella coochie I just got a Uzi, put it in my Ksubis Told that boy, "Don't play with me" When I'm walkin' out the house, a hundred K on me These ghetto bitches give me mouth, they wanna lay on me She wanna kick it for some weeks, I got a day on me These bitches suckin' on my meat I ain't finna tell her when I'm 'bout to skeet I'ma bust all in her mouth and then her teeth I don't got time for dates, I told that bitch to Uber-Eat I'm steppin' in L.A., I got designer on my feet I'm a Yak Town seven-figure nigga I'm never coming back down, only gettin' bigger Lil' nigga, put the strap down, ya ain't gon' pull the trigger I'm a Yak Town seven-figure nigga (Y'ello) Nigga ran off on the plug, is you stupid? (Uh-uh) Bitch, this a milkshake, not a smoothie (Hello) Hit a nigga block with that chop, how you do it? (Y'ello) Bitch, we got your location, where you movin'? (Boom) If she ain't fuckin', put her on the block list (Uh) You don't fuck on first night, girl, stop it (Uh) I don't like good bitches, they just not it (Oh no) I only fuck with whores, I'm toxic (Y'ello)
Writer(s): Cameron Thomaz, Tyree Thomas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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