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untied fye - pu$yboyanthem lyrics

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[intro]

what you finna do b-tch?

(aye) don’t f-ck with me, run up p-ssy boy

gang, gang!

[verse 1]

ha!

talkin’ bout shooters but what you gon do?

you need some tutors you ain’t got a clue

looking for me while i’m f-cking yo boo

kick you so hard i got blood on my shoes

ice on my neck and it’s shining in blue

rocking the loui no v

f-cking she sucking she get on her knees (gang)

yo b-tch she mandarine no d-mn chinese (gang)

i never be snitching don’t talk to police

flowing smooth

peanut no b-tter no reese

b-tch i’m a beast but you is obese

talk on the brothers you finna get popped

we throwing them hands and we never gon stop

i dare you to run up you finna get dropped

bring all yo homies we goin at war

stop trynna flex you p-ss-es are poor

i’ll knock yo -ss out in a muhf-ckin’ punch

jab to yo stomach you vomit yo lunch

run through these checks, and i gotta bunch

gettin’ the gwuap like i’m bill no gates

b-tch i’m a youngin i’m finna get paid

turn on the tv and you eating lays

but i’m on the grind and i’m spittin for days

[bridge]

ready for round 2 b-tches

boutta destroy this sh-t

fye up next

[verse 2]

shoutout my manager shoutout to haze

how you be spittin’?

well i got my ways

you just be trippin if you finna hate

i just be drippin’ and stacking my plate

you just be tripping so tie yo d-mn lace

hop in a whip and im skrrting no race

talking that sh-t i pull up to yo place

talking and talking say sh-t to my face

shoutout young nervyyy we making them hits

shoutout yvnski we up in this b-tch

on an adventure no lilo & st-tch

feel like a wizard i’m f-cking a witch

all of you f-ckers get off of my d-ck

all of you f-ckers are making me sick

yo homie a whiteboy his name is david

if he run up

put slits in his wrists

yo other f-ck homie

he cannot do sh-t

he need some food

cause he is a stick

tell him to run up &

come do yo trick

he would not answer ‘cause

he is a b-tch

rather than fight

he would just snitch

like you is a dyk-

you is not rich

you ain’t bout the life and you

ain’t with the sh-ts

i’m keepin a knife and i let this sh-t

but i could still fight so pull up at night

i’m smacking you jits while making a hit

where do you live?

i’m fresh from the 6ix

i’m rockin my kicks

i’m chillin no flix

i’m ballin’ you fallin’

yo b-tch she be callin’

know i’m up next

she send me a text

she say that i’m flexed

i’m movin’ no chess

no need to impress

i’m ballin’ shek wes

diamonds they cryin’

they might be depressed

b-tch i be flyin’

i feel like i’m blessed

i never be sleepin’

i don’t need no rest

like chasing a bag

like it is a tag

- untied fye lyrics

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