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rico nasty - yella lyrics

[intro]
uhm, uhm, uhm
yella will get ya
yella will get ya

[verse 1: rico nasty]
yellow b-tches get your cake up
skate high vans they laced up
b-tches on my d-ck while i face b-tts
if you ain’t talking money i tell that b-tch b-m
yellow b-tch with an att-tude
she rolling up my (?) sending nudes
sh-tting on you b-tches like number twos
don’t give these hoes options, don’t let ’em choose
my pack booth and my weed sticky
she pop her -ss like her name nicki
b-tch i’m so faded, my b-tches is (?)
she come through with tree and don’t (?) i’m facing
thottie b-tch she lowkey
filling up my cup with that codeine
yella b-tch and she bad though
hashtag, emoji

[hook: willz]
a bad yellow b-tch, a bad yellow b-tch
a bad yellow b-tch, i got a bad yellow b-tch
a bad yellow b-tch, a bad yellow b-tch
i got a bad yellow b-tch, a bad yellow b-tch
i got a bad yellow b-tch, a bad yellow b-tch
a bad yellow b-tch, i got a bad yellow b-tch
a bad yellow b-tch, a bad yellow b-tch
a bad yellow b-tch, i got a bad yellow b-tch

[verse 2: willz]
she yellow
hoes, i come through with h-lla
we get smacked, we floating like propellers
i hit ’em with that r&e and don’t tell her
she (?) her body, she yellow, she naughty
got tats on her back, that -ss fat in the (?)
we sip bacardi, we twisted and lifted
got three yellow b-tches, i came through with triplets
take shots with bad aim, your girl gon’ go missing
hotbox the whip, i can’t see, where my vision?
back yellow b-tch and she trip and she stripping
she look like she tweety and fly like a pigeon
if i’m b-tch f-cking, your b-tch f-cking
my b-tch f-cking these b-tches too
got a yellow b-tch and a brown one
i call that daphney and scooby doo
she f-cking and sucking without introduction
she whipping, she (?) b-tches to functions
hoes get off molly, these b-tches start f-cking
they nothing, throw bands and tell ’em “twerk something”
get ’em and diss ’em, my b-tch she just mimic
then bring other hoes to the crib to come visit
skeet-skeet-skeet like we (?)
them digits forget that them b-tches exist
no question, no discussion
loud pack she puffing
yellow b-tch and she dro crushing
take her to the door, just so my bros f-cking
ah, flow acidic
yellow b-tch and she pack spliffing
take a hit then i laugh with it
god d-mn a n-gg- got bad b-tches

- rico nasty lyrics

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