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lil tracy - yakisoba noodles lyrics

[intro]
(black russian)

[chorus]
i ain’t worried ’bout these b+tches, i want gwalla, gwalla (i want gwalla, gwalla), yeah
yakisoba noodles, i’m at benihana’s (yakisoba)
got some n+ggas back home flippin’ narcotics (flippin’ narcotics)
got a b+tch in the hotel, she look like pocahontas
i’m a boss, so i do what i want to (what i want to)
might buy the ho’ first class just for me and you (yeah, yeah)
i’m rockin’ saint laurent boots like adidas shoes (yeah, yeah)
n+ggas hatin’, but i’m thinkin’ “what would jesus do? (yeah, yeah) let’s go

[post+chorus]
turn up the speakers as loud as you can
swear i ain’t been the same since i lost my best friend
i got racks in the bank, i got racks in my pants
this really my life, no, it’s not just a trend
if i die by tonight, they would try to f+ck my wife
too much water on me, finna jump in some rice (finna jump in some rice)
ooh, i just did a show, twenty racks in a night (woo)
f+cked your b+tch in her throat, then i told her “goodbye”

[verse]
ayy, yakisoba noodles, it’s so good, good (it’s so good, good)
i could look right in her face, she got that good, good (she got that good, good)
yeah, i’m self made, make sure you get that understood (get that understood)
been through a lot of things, i could write a f+ckin’ book (woo)
i wouldn’t change a thing ’cause i got these racks, racks (i got these racks, racks)
got a bad ting, cute face, ass fat (her ass fat)
yeah, i got it on my own, that’s what they mad at (that’s what they mad at)
i’m stayin’ focused on the road, i cannot backtrack (skrrt)
three ho’s, one me, think about it (just think about it)
tracy minaj, they don’t call me that for nothin’, ayy (woo)
shorty got some cake, so i’ma stick it in the oven, yeah
racks in the safe, don’t want n0body ever touchin’
woah, woah, woah, woah (ayy)
this real life and you worried ’bout a post
everybody gettin’ bread, better get you a loaf
got amiri on my legs, [?] on her toes
i’ma say it ’til i’m dead, r.i.p. lil’ bro
[chorus]
i ain’t worried ’bout these b+tches, i want gwalla, gwalla (i want gwalla, gwalla), yeah
yakisoba noodles, i’m at benihana’s (yakisoba)
got some n+ggas back home flippin’ narcotics (flippin’ narcotics)
got a b+tch in the hotel, she look like pocahontas
i’m a boss, so i do what i want to (what i want to)
might buy the ho’ first class just for me and you (yeah, yeah)
i’m rockin’ saint laurent boots like adidas shoes (yeah, yeah)
n+ggas hatin’, but i’m thinkin’ “what would jesus do? (yeah, yeah) let’s go

[post+chorus]
turn up the speakers as loud as you can
swear i ain’t been the same since i lost my best friend (since i lost my best friend)
i got racks in the bank, i got racks in my pants (got racks in my pants)
this really my life, no, it’s not just a trend (not just a trend)
if i die by tonight, they would try to f+ck my wife (they would try to f+ck my wife)
too much water on me, finna jump in some rice (finna jump in some rice)
ooh, i just did a show, twenty racks in a night (twenty racks in a night)
f+cked your b+tch in her throat, then i told her “goodbye” (then i told her “bye+bye”)

- lil tracy lyrics

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