a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

blaise the artist - yuck lyrics

[chorus]
why talk sh-t?
that’s just yuck
meet me at cane’s so we can get up
boi tuck yo tummy, you bleed from your guts
don’t pull up on that grown boy stuff (aye)
just copped a few jugs
just copped a few g’s
i’m gon cop a heater they selling them thneeds
(they selling them uhh)
my finger on trigger so boy don’t sneeze
how is she failing but won’t take a d? (failing but won’t take the d)

[verse]
how is she capping
i came a long way from the trappin’
that n-gg- keep biting my cheese
you was on video games, i let yo hoe play with my big -ss psp (huh)
shorty ain’t talking bout’ nothing
i’m pressing her b-ttons
you know i can’t f-ck with no tease
tell him what’s happening
catch him in traffic and “phew”
no cap go both of his knees (both of his knees)
ol’ big body
built like the rock
i ain’t throwing hands with you, p-ssy you get popped
sharpen up my blade (sharpen)
watch yo blood rot
had to run up had everyone like yuck he laying at the bus stop (laying at the bus stop)

[chorus x2]
why talk sh-t?
that’s just yuck
meet me at cane’s so we can get up
boi tuck yo tummy, you bleed from your guts
don’t pull up on that grown boy stuff (aye)
just copped a few jugs
just copped a few g’s
i’m gon cop a heater they selling them thneeds
(they selling them uhh)
my finger on trigger so boy don’t sneeze
how is she failing but won’t take a d? (failing but won’t take the d)

- blaise the artist lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS