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pellyboys - ain't lyrics

(pelly)

(yeah b-tch yeah b-tch)

[hook: hood wood]
you already know who it is this ain’t no b-tch
f-ck with me i’ll hit you back gonna hit that l!ck
‘rari yellow with the stripe you know that’s my whip
why you hating all you f-ckers yeah you make me sick

[verse 1: hood wood]
yeah f-ck you if you don’t f-ck with me
eat a d-ck call me back cause you know i got the green
all the boys in the lab balling not a soccer team
rolling up backwoods know you ’bout to try to fiend
get a nut suck a b-tt know i’m ’bout to fl!ck the bean
tryna get a second date baby imma set you free
my crib is the lab who you think i’m tryna be
be like dak and suck a fat no you can not f-ck with me

[verse 2: young toad]
gucci flip flops and the gucci socks
your b-tch ain’t loyal she just give me top
grinding all day we working non stop
f-ck if i get paid we gon’ make it to the top
f-ck being famous only wanna get rich
only wanna get faded yeah never f-cking switch
i said f-ck being famous only wanna get rich
only wanna get this money yeah i ain’t no f-cking b-tch
two grams in the blunt i’m feeling higher
see me counting money jerry maguire
bow down kiss my ring i’m your sire
i’m running sh-t like i’m avon from the wire
smoking on this gas who’s your provider
try and jump me i’m the lone survivor
your b-tch on my d-ck you right beside her
your b-tch on the phone call you back i’m inside her
gucci on my body i’m on fire
get this f-cking bag that’s my desire
f-ck did you just tell me? you a liar
your b-tch say she want me you’re welcome i’ll deny her

[verse 3: sparty]
your -ss will not f-ck with me talk that sh-t to my face leave you dead in the street
i try beating that case i ain’t facing defeat
tell your b-tch i’m a dog i’m a hound im a thief
wooooooo
sipping on natty light man your b-tch had a night when she was sucking on me
weeeeeeeee
don’t f-ck with thots rapping with trop you know we ain’t second string
i got that glock on me
tick b-tch be stuck on me
your b-tch want c-ck on me
b-tches be stockholm me
sweden b-tch f-ck on me
white sh-t that chalk on me
y’all b-tches mock on me
there ain’t no stopping me
i don’t need to stop to breath
i got that armory
i got the rpg’s boom b-tch
going fast it’s that zoom b-tch
i’m the bestest in the room b-tch

[verse 4: yung trop]
pull the shades down on your crew don’t wanna see ’em
all y’all boys imposters don’t wanna be ’em
imma be real with y’all california’s overrated
all them fame chasing b-tches running ’round dehydrated
i’m from virginia i stay on the east side
your girl on the corner suck ubers for the free ride
i’m just chilling beach side
fiji trop i’m world wide
ray bans on my face got a pretty jaunt with the freak side
rock vans man i’m off the wall
north pole i’m on top of y’all
knew i was irish cause i euro step every time i ball
argument got holes on that croc sh-t
i’m on that jack black school of rock sh-t
and all y’all saying icup man you more g-y than a c-ckpit

[verse 5: moby d-ck]
think you hot sh-t talking ’bout legality
b-tch you never gas so don’t f-cking bother me
call the cops get a dose of reality
we not the problem it’s just you janet lacey
roll up the blunt or the spliff
burn with me and spartacus
your b-tch she gave me a kiss
b-tch i might just hit the l!ck
looking real nice crop top on vsco
roll up to the party only to take photos
be lucky you pretty girl and that -ss fat
cause without it baby girl no dude will ever try to tap that
leave the function with that asian glow
moby d-ck white ain’t asian though
if you see something don’t say so
k!ll the beat then lay low

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