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underscore - rolex (lil guat/wale diss) lyrics

[intro: yungleehydrolaflame]

young lee hydro la flame

[verse 1: yungleehydrolaflame]

b-tch
slip
flip
drip
sip
sipping that lean
feel like i’ve been in a dream
boy you is a fiend
you been doing that crack
f-ck little guat
where is his mixtape at?
b-tch where is my rolex?
b-tch your rolex is bologna
b-tch i got me a honda
i got it from tony
toyota
what tv you got?
it’s probably sony
what?
sh-t!
where am i at??
chillin on the couch
playing gta 5
coolin
n-gga
k!lling your b-tches
prost-tutes n-gga
n-gga
okay
n-gga!

[chorus: suede p-b-s, yungleehydrolaflame]

where is my rolex?
where is my rolex at?
where is my rolex?
where is my rolex at?
where is my rolex?
huah! huah! huah!
rolex!

[verse 2: ovr]

b-tch i came on the track and the track got babies
young rich buddy i pull up in the mercedes
all i know is espanol
no esta aqui
i can’t read this verse on my broken iphone screen
who the f-ck is hycin edwards
b-tch who the f-ck is he
b-tch who the f-ck is me
existential crisis on the track
man i’ll dunk on the track
i’ll sp-ce jam on the track
i got 100 phony rollie’s
rollie made of bologna
i got 100 plugs
and they’re all named tony
man where the f-ck my rollie!
man!
this verse is f-cking done!

[chorus]

[verse 3: suede p-b-s]

got it boy popping
where is all this sloppy?
trying get some toppy?
no
laughing at you mamas
where is my llama
she bring all that drama
i say no stop it
i just want to laugh
with all my homies
wait do you know me?
no b-tch you don’t
yea i got stacks
right on top of my back
now you looking at me
b-tch where is laffy?
taffy on the beat
yea i got the streets
you want all this rollie?
guat where is your t–th?
now i got this money
right on my feet
kickin it, kickin it, kickin it, kickin it!
like i got a cleat

[chorus]

[verse 4: underscore]

pull up on your b-tch
slap that fat -ss
under f-cking score
on the f-cking beat
the white chris rock
is my old name
not any more
b-tch
go find lil gaut
sh-t on your t–th
and fart on yo tv
eat yo apple jacks
count a million stacks
smoke a couple back woods
with some knick knacks
racks on top of stacks
and stacks on top of racks
pull up to your block
with my seat all the way back
please do not get clapped
wale said
i’m a d-ck eatin b-tch
i’ll show him this track
and i’ll roll up and blow back

[chorus]

[verse 5: yungleehydrolaflame]

boop
be boo be bop
be boo be boop
bop
boy i got my mop
finna slop you top
no i’m not
what the f-ck n-gga
stupid -ss n-gga you op’
you an op’
be boo be bop
be boo be boo be boo bop
be boo be boop
be boo be bop
bop boo boo beep
be boo be boo be boo bop boo beep
bop
your girl give me some slop
sloppy topping
sloppy toppy on my mother f-cking rock
sh-t

bro that sh-t gone

- underscore lyrics

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