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hitemupty - yb flow lyrics

haha caught that n+gga slipping with his top down
we ain’t make a sound only thing you heard was baw baw
she ain’t like when i was down but now she giving top now
and ian gotta say her name y’all know who i’m talm bout
it’s murdermeezy n+gga leave you bl++dy on the scene
that choppa hit a n+gga got him leaking out his jeans
just pour up the henny ian f+cking with no lean
you can call me freddy krueger how i pop up in your dreams
heard what i said we gone leave a n+gga dead
shoutout my n+gga lil top i gotta give that n+gga cred
you n+ggas flexing all that money out you living in a shed
spot a opp he get dropped sending 50 to his head
roll with me i’ll show you i’m a g
rapping like i’m yb but don’t forget i can sing (b+tch i can sing)
big booty b+tch i think she came straight outta texas
i ain’t gone cap i ate her booty like it’s breakfast
she gave me head while we was riding in a lexus
but she won’t be with me she said that i’m too selfish
she kinda right i couldn’t care about a ho
i hit it once and after that she gotta go
they think i’m striping how a n+gga play with poles
ima up that 44 i’ma aim it at your nose b+tch
uh we gone aim it at his nose
yeah my wrist on froze
lil hoe b+tch i’m icy
diamonds on me pricey
shoutout my boy mikey
shawty gave me top and i just rated it a hi+ c
uh yeah shawty what’s your name
come give me some brain
come and make it sloppy
shawty give me toppy
tounge long just like froppy
shawty gave me head cause she off adderall and moxy
uh just like pills my opps wanna pop me
ion be speeding but the police tryna stop me
they wanna see my blood spilled they tryna mop me
these n+ggas they don’t like me man they tryna drop me
uh uh yeah i’m sipping lean uh
chilling with a fiend uh
she on go she green uh
uh yeah
no my cup ain’t clean uh
shawty say i’m mean uh
passed her to the team uh

boom bow
now i got em’ tryna run now
that lil boy ain’t have his head on
we caught that lil boy lacking and they did em’ dead wrong
man i swear that i was cooling and that b+tch wouldn’t leave me lone
popped him in his head just to see that n+gga brain
ridding in a bently b+tch i’m driving the musain
them n+ggas don’t like me all them p+ssy n+ggas lame
i just want the money i ain’t in it for the fame

- hitemupty lyrics

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