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ryah (ryahpxs) - beef jerky lyrics

um, bad b+tch wanna give me s+x
i tell that b+tch gotta f+ck my brother
then you can f+ck me next
first chick to get my name tatted on her body
first chick imma take on a jet
money counter green just like t+rex

i+i+i’m not into popping’ perky, make me jerky
i call plug up just to swerve me
this thot got her face in my lap, she eat me up just like beef jerky
(oh)
my brother slidin’ he got pole, i’m shooting my shot on her poll
sign my name on her tits at the show
n+ggas envy yea, they talk behind your back they switching up
don’t want no g+shock cause that sh+t it be ticking yea
marni , burberry all on my fit oh yea
don’t rock no bracelets , man it gives me a slit wrist
don’t let these n+ggas tell you, you cannot do sh+t
call me your homie, you not keeping it cool b+tch
i was in my bag bout that lil b+tch, now its cool b+tch

(verse)
b+b+brag you a felon huh? your mama man she set you up?
give no f+cks about them n+ggas almost thirty cleaning p+ss like what?
prometh in my stomach when i p+ss that sh+t be dirty uh
saying that i fell off you’re a fool, not at the top im still climbing that stool
want a gated crib backyard got a pool
n+gga said i dont be talking bout sh+t in my songs, im talking bout you
margiela, rick owens boot
that’s yo’ b+tch? but she’s not choosing you
ash ketchum , your b+tch pokemon+ing the crew?
(vroom , blatt)

um, bad b+tch wanna give me s+x
i tell that b+tch gotta f+ck my brother
then you can f+ck me next
first chick to get my name tatted on her body, first chick imma take on a jet
money counter green just like t+rex
hysteric glamour on my body, abuse on my neck (woah)
i+i+i’m not into popping’ perky, make me jerky
i call plug up just to swerve me
this thot got her face in my lap, she eat me up just like beef jerky
(oh)
my brother slidin’ he got pole, i’m shooting my shot on her poll
sign my name on her tits at the show
n+ggas envy yea, they talk behind your back they switching up
don’t want no g+shock cause that sh+t it be ticking yea
marni , burberry all on my fit oh yea
don’t rock no bracelets , man it gives me a slit wrist
don’t let these n+ggas tell you, you cannot do sh+t
call me your homie, you not keeping it cool b+tch
i was in my bag bout that lil b+tch, now its cool b+tch

- ryah ryahpxs lyrics

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