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the neverending mixtape - yuck! lyrics

[intro: stakes & trip c]
yuck
that’s disgusting
i’m the wrong mothaf+cka to f+ck with
the choppa got a long d+ck ready to bust quick
yuck
that’s disgusting
f+ck

[verse 1: phxntom]
(phxntom!)
yo
we on big checks
y’all big cap
n+gga i’m about the money not the chitchat
swear to god that our pockets on a mismatch
pull up to the spot, breaking necks like it’s whiplash
n+gga that’s the truth, only spit facts
f+ck the game up, get the bag, give the b+tch back
i ain’t never lost at no game, race, or p+ssmatch
better get back ‘fore i hit you with that cl!ck, clack, boom
hop in the whip and we dipping like zoom
watch how your b+tch catch my drip when i’m through
you ain’t got to guess that i’m rich
check the ice on my wrist and i think it’s all safe to assume
watch how i move
ducking the lames
tuck, spin, and shoot
if ghost is lеbron, i’m feeling like wade
he pass mе the rock and i’m serving on n+ggas
and slamming the hoop
no matter they mad at the kid
i’m talented, black, and i’m rich
six figures, no debt, and no kids, sh+t
no wonder they stay p+ssed, we in the matrix
y’all looking at neo, i throw on my shades
not phased by your hatred
i’m probably a s+d+st the way that i’m smiling
when snapping on n+ggas who tested my patience
y’all should be gracious
i don’t f+ck with n+ggas, i ignore them
might f+ck a new b+tch outta boredom
how these broke b+tches gonna walk a mile
in my shoes when y’all can’t afford them
that’s facts
that’s big flex, y’all big cap
that’s big flex, y’all big cap
[verse 2: vzn]
hold on
if i keep sipping i think i’ma slip into something, i’m buzzing
live in the future but back in the past i just did what i want
she yelling daddy when i’m in the back and i feel like i’m puff
i hear ‘em talking, i drop it again and again, it’s enough
and she love it
enter the hallway, i play my cards right, i know they bluffing
they had to dig up newton from confusion
of how i had nothing turned it into something
i’m headed country to country
i had to hit up ghost and tell him to go hit the b+tton
i’m just in love with percussion
my middle finger to the sky while she clapping it up

[verse 3: trip c]
see you running mothaf+cka, who gon’ save y’all
never miss a shot, we gon’ play ball
feeling like i’m neymar jr
running up the score
buildin forts high as f+ck
man i’m piling up the dope
know i got the ar equipped
and i’m quick with the scope
don’t be talking dirty, get that mouth washed, b+tch
hit you in the face with a hundred rockets
raw clips of the ammo
feeling like i’m rambo mixed with lebron
feeling like the goat, like the king
y’all all p+wns getting p+wned mothaf+cka
want beef then its on mothaf+cka
i’m the wrong mothaf+cka to f+ck with
the choppa got a long d+ck ready to bust quick
i bust at
any competition, they wishing i wasn’t born
taking shots like it’s my mission for swishing and b+tch i’m on
point
see y’all don’t get it
selling bars for cash but i still need credit
your bars sound ass, dont matter how you edit
and your girl throwing ass, you ain’t asked but i’m telling
stealing my flow, you been riding my d+ck so hard
i’m surprised you ain’t smell it, get it
i don’t mind looking like a villain
as long as y’all admitting i’m the illest with the pen
y’all swung y’all swords and swore i’d end up dead
here i am floating, i’m ghosting again
sorry i’m c+cky, i’m boasting again
going for throats while i’m catching the neck
if it was possible i know i’d overdose on disrespect
i’m more than a problem i ain’t nothing less
i’m just a product of sunshine and stress
i catch you i’m fouling, get hit with a tech
[verse 4: stakes]
yuck, that’s disgusting
f+ck
they in the rain with a chain and that sh+t is rusting
blud
d+ck slap the b+tch, quick, give concussion
put her face in the pillow it be m+ffling
when we f+ck
i came insidious, leaving them shook
my jaw be shaking by how much i took
no not enough
look, okay
this like a minotaur versus a little dog
i came through i be making a bop
she got red bottoms like wizard of oz
you’re a porkchop inside a synagogue
there’s not much use for you, no appliance
i’m in my super suit, ice is gliding
heisenberg, that’s the sh+t that they liking
came like isis, they all in hiding
aye aye aye, i don’t think they surviving
an eye for an eye til the vision is blinding
my oh my, the dead they be rising
this is a seance, isn’t this exciting
i want a b+tch with big titties like danielle bregoli
or, my dog, like campbell naomi
i tell her spin it round, drop it down, roly poly
either way, all the b+tches are on me
[outro: 724x]
i don’t got a louie bag
but i got expensive taste
i just know that stunting on you roaches is a f+cking waste
please don’t let me get too mad
fore i’m airing out the place
please don’t look me in my eyes
please don’t look me in my face
i don’t got a louie bag
but i got expensive taste
i just know that stunting on you roaches is a f+cking waste
please don’t let me get too mad
fore i’m airing out the place
please don’t look me in my eyes
please don’t look me in my face

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