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blake - yup lyrics

[intro]
ay, ay
woof
ay, ay
look

[verse]
diamonds look like p-ss (p-ss)
diamond chain on p-ss (p-ss)
now my wrist on sick (sick)
now my b-tch real thick (thick)
pull up, then i skrrt (skrrt)
look at they expression (spression)
ben frank on me too, he blue
i think he got depression
diamonds look like water (water)
she drip drip like water (water)
hit that b-tch, don’t call her (call her)
dodge like charger (charger)
pull up then i charge her
lil’ b-tch bad and bougie
can’t dap you up, you a f-ck n-gg-
f-ck n-gg-s got cooties
i’ma leave they feelings hurting
windows down on purpose
hanging out the window, swerving
baby snapchat made me nervous
’cause my main b-tch, she be lurking
i swear she do the most
boy, you talk a lot
let’s talk about why you so broke
wait, talk too much, b-tch, shut up
i’m a young dumb motherf-cker
black-white belt unbuckled
tryna save a b-tch some trouble (wait)
ex-b-tch mad, oh well (well)
cop that pack wholesale (sale)
mama like, “what’s that smell?”
[??]
panoramic my whip
hoes all on my tip
100s blue like a crip
bust my nut…dip
left wrist, holy moly (d-mn)
f-ck you n-gg-s, we not homies
used to have to cop the o-z
now a n-gg- need the whole thing
pull up, then i skip
keep it brief and quick
tripping over a b-tch
broke n-gg-s make me sick
no, i won’t call her
f-ck her, don’t bother
one hundred, need charger
one hundred, need charger
on fleek, yup
bossed up, yup
turning heads, right left
strike a pose, yup
yeah, i seen them p-ssy n-gg-s
p-ssy n-gg-, do you need some help
that boy there gon’ need some milk
flex on ’em, yup
b-tch i’m feeling dangerous
wrist on f-cking singing
beat so f-cking dangling
[??] so f-cking hanging
had to hit ’em back
’cause that -ss was like on whoa (whoa)
n-gg-s playing games
and they stuck in story mode
b-tch talking ’bout shrimp and steak (steak)
tell a b-tch get out my face (face)
i can’t take your -ss on no date (wait)
but i can hit your -ss with that blake (ooh)
boy, quit tweeting, it’s okay
little n-gg- all in his feelings
can’t figure out why is it
broke n-gg-s always got the most opinions (ooh)
[??]
had to show you n-gg-s who’s next up
baby, quit talking, that’s extra
just say i’d like a checkup
why you peeking my message
ask too many f-cking questions
send me one more text message
you gonna hate the rolling sessions
why these n-gg-s so lame
wanna talk down on my name
n-gg-s thought that i was playing games
wrist looking like johnny dang
lil’ boys like, you funny
talking ’bout, you ain’t making money
hating on me, but now i got your b-tch
ha-ha-ha, god don’t like ugly
ha-ha, ha-ha

- blake lyrics

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