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sadfriendd – yuki lyrics

[intro]
“yuki”
yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 1: sadfriendd]
punchin that b+tch til the side of my fist hurt
f+ckin yo b+tch ima flex til my d+ck hurt
i play with the kitty cause it don’t got whiskers
hit from the back on yo b+tch i won’t kiss her
beat the b+tch down and then i gotta diss her
gold on my neck like it came from the p+sser
if i’m with his b+tch then he out of the picture
um, h+llo
shawty play my d+ck like a cello
made her ass shake like motherf+ckin jello
pull up on a n+gga i’ma shoot like melo
h+llo, i got the hoes you f+ckin fell off
shawty wanna see my bust down
come to the crib and the b+tch wanna f+ck now
i’ma takе the b+tch to the back of the bus now
huh, wait, whеre did the beat go

[verse 2: sadfriendd]
walk in this bih like i’m danny devito
i give her the d+ck now she singing the c note
run with the bread like a f+ckin casino
i came with a stick you could call me pacino
wait, i’m pulling out my d+ck she like oh my god
huh, shawty wanna suck (?)
wait, b+tch get down do your f+ckin job
wait, think my pockets gettin fat like a f+ckin sloth
wait, b+tch shut the f+ck up hoe
wait, you f+cked up my flow
walked in this b+tch and i came with a pole
i heat that boy up like a muhf+ckin stove
how yo b+tch choke on my d+ck in her thoat
i’m f+cking yo b+tch mane ain’t takin it well
and after the party that b+tch doing coke
wait, do he want some smoke?
[verse 3: lil kapow]
woah, i heard he was broke
boo, i just pulled up in a ghost
b+tch i want head you can keep your legs closed
i got four phones but don’t f+cking call me
your homie is dead next door can’t solve it
i popped two percs and i look like stephen hawkings
hit a n+gga hard with a stick i’m playing hockey
oh my god this sh+t so f+ckin easy

[verse 4: lil kapow]
hi there, b+tch i’m your worse f+cking nightmare
i got a new whip and it came with a ipad
someone’s daughter keeps l!cking my eye tats
her friend giving head while i’m drinkin and drivin
the cops don’t like me i’m known to get violent
i get so high the army said you can’t fly here
i got more hoes than a n+gga with a white beard
hit it from the back take pics like i’m s+xy and
um, everything i do is irregular
this b+tch giving head like way ahead of schedule
wake up to the money everyday i feel incredible
you smell broke, b+tch i can’t even stand next to you
thumbin on a m+th+f+ckin system dewey decimal
if that’s yo main b+tch then why she playin with my t+st+cl+s
i really only f+ck with my myself i’m autos+xual
i’m better than, wait is the f+cking song over
i said i’m better than oj simpson hiding evidence
i don’t give a f+ck i’ll sell crack to a pregnant b+tch
shawty had to leave you for me she need a better d+ck
he lost the scholarship when i shot him in his letterman
uh, what the f+ck

- sadfriendd lyrics

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