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king combs – surf lyrics

[chorus: yung miami]
surf, b-tch
p-ssy so wet, you can surf, b-tch
do tricks on the d-ck like a circus
i’m that b-tch that got your main b-tch lurkin’
f-ck me in the ghost, closed curtains
(mustard on the beat, ho)

[post-chorus: azchike]
nerd b-tch
where your wings, lil’ bird b-tch?
swerve, b-tch
we gon’ f-ck if you flirt, b-tch
i’m a thug, put this glock in your skirt, b-tch
skrrt, b-tch
a pimp, ballin’ since birth, b-tch, d-mn
(mustard on the beat, ho)

[verse 1: azchike]
ayy, what he on?
this work ain’t here to stay
b-tch, i’m trappin’, get it gone
donkey bone, futuristic, b-tch, i’m trappin’ with them drones, ayy
my nina with that freaky sh-t’ll get you gone

[verse 2: king combs]
double r, 400k, and that’s a wave
woke up with a chain on my neck, call me a slave
house so big, these b-tches call it a maze
when i ran down on that b-tch, she was amazed
like, “b-tch, what’s up with the what’s up?”
i relax on the jet, put my foot up
only n-gg-s with cash f-ck with us
so wherever you from, throw your hood up
if she bad, she get chanel or somethin’
i’ma trap out, i f-ck around and sell you somethin’
and i’m trappin’ out of state, i can mail you somethin’
and don’t snitch, lil’ baby, i can’t tell you nothin’, what?

[chorus: yung miami]
surf, b-tch
p-ssy so wet, you can surf, b-tch
do tricks on the d-ck like a circus
i’m that b-tch that got your main b-tch lurkin’
f-ck me in the ghost, closed curtains

[post-chorus: king combs]
word, b-tch
i’m tryna see what i heard, b-tch
twerk, b-tch
i put double c’s on your purse, b-tch
d-mn, and they know i’m the man
i flew out your b-tch, she came back with a tan

[verse 3: yung miami]
hold up, i’m not your baby mama (period)
give a f-ck ’bout them kids, rolls royce on the bridge
suck his d-ck in the backseat, lipstick ain’t smudge
i don’t budge, if a b-tch want smoke then it’s up (what’s up?)
i am not the one (at all)
yeah, b-tch, we don’t send verses, we send he-rs-s
big chanel purses, this not immersive
amex cost white, sign in cursive
i want the big one
used to have a baby glock, now i want the big one
never f-ck with an average n-gg-, only rich ones
when you have a sugar daddy, girl, you need to get one

[chorus: yung miami]
surf, b-tch
p-ssy so wet, you can surf, b-tch
do tricks on the d-ck like a circus
i’m that b-tch that got your main b-tch lurkin’
f-ck me in the ghost, closed curtains

[verse 4: tee grizzley]
i ain’t got no masters or five degrees
put i can pull out first when it’s five degrees, ayy (talk to ’em)
i just flew a b-tch in from the dr
million dollar n-gg-, still’ll put you in the er
this ak got wood on it, nicknamed it tree bark
she like, “is your chain worth a car?” it’s more like three cars
twerk, b-tch, like you a stripper and this your work shift
boy, don’t bring your b-tch around the gang, she might get purchased
i can’t hit sh-t raw, you know that ain’t gon’ work, b-tch
i know your n-gg- broke just lookin’ at your purse, b-tch
why you tryna ride the wave knowin’ you can’t surf, b-tch?
heard they want me dead, bet i get them n-gg-s first, b-tch
in this b-tch with king combs, b-tch go get your weave combed
bro a big ape and he’ll tear sh-t up, he king kong
stop comparin’ me to all these dope fiends, n-gg-
don’t let her see me while she woke ’cause i’m your ho dream, n-gg-, gang

[chorus: yung miami]
surf, b-tch
p-ssy so wet, you can surf, b-tch
do tricks on the d-ck like a circus
i’m that b-tch that got your main b-tch lurkin’
f-ck me in the ghost, closed curtains

- king combs lyrics

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