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yeat - hardy boys 2 lyrics

[pre+chorus]
i, (sky), yeah, yeah+uh
i, yeah, yeah, yuh
i, yeah, yeah, yuh
i

[chorus]
(i pulled up inside of the tonka, this b+tch not a chevy)
i pulled up inside of the lamb’, this b+tch got machetes (shh, yeah)
no, i ain’t f+ckin’ your friend, but i did it already (phew, ack)
i ain’t f+ckin’ with none of these p+ssies, these p+ssies not ready (no way)
yeah, just got off the phone with uzi, he told me it’s ready (my twizz)
yeah, chopping the top off the car, man, it chop like spaghetti (skrr)
yeah, every time i’m in thе p+ssy, that b+tch like the wettеst (no cap)
b+tch, i just be on these drugs, i feel like i’m dead (i’m dead)
ran it up, i touched an m, i told them i’m ready (buh, buh, buh)

[verse]
b+tch, i went touched me an m, so how can i lose? (ha, how?)
nah, i ain’t rockin’ with flukes, yeah, don’t rock with no crews
get the h+ll up out your seat and jump out the juice (luh drank)
b+tch, i ain’t pickin’ no side, no, i don’t ever lose (no choosing)
ha, sideways off this dranky (phew)
riding in the whip, i told my mama that i’m cranky (woo)
took another perky, b+tch, i’m cranky like i’m janky (woo, luh jank)
woke up on the lamb’, i took a crushed up perc’, a kranky (yeah, a crank)
i don’t be sniffin’ sh+t, but i’m gon’ always keep the hanky (yeah, a hank)
walk inside the building, put my pinky ring on tankie (yeah, a tank)
i’m flashin’ all my jewelry, you f+ckin’ on some sk+nkies (yeah, a sk+nk)
i got yo lil’ mama wanna text me, said “come spank me” (yeah, ha)
i pulled up, bust a nut, and then she thank me (yeah+uh, ha)
matter fact, she ain’t been sippin’ on nut, she just been drankin’ me (yeah+uh, ha)
y’all boys really be p+ssy, cap on cap like gun got a blank in it (oou+ouu, ouu+hoo)
used to be shipping the za’, i’ma send this sh+t out like wrapping a blankety (yeah, hoo)
told you to leave me ‘lone (woo)
why you call my phone? i’m home alone, don’t, i’m in my zone (zone, woo)
making all these hits, i made a grammy on my own (woo)
calling up my mama, told her we made it, f+ck these phonies (woo)
[pre+chorus]
i, yeah, yeah+uh
i, yeah, yeah, yuh
i, yeah, yeah, yuh
i

[chorus]
(i pulled up inside of the tonka, this b+tch not a chevy)
i pulled up inside of the lamb’, this b+tch got machetes (shh, yeah)
no, i ain’t f+ckin’ your friend, but i did it already (phew, ack)
i ain’t f+ckin’ with none of these p+ssies, these p+ssies not ready (no way)
yeah, just got off the phone with uzi, he told me it’s ready (my twizz)
yeah, chopping the top off the car, man, it chop like spaghetti (skrr)
yeah, every time i’m in the p+ssy, that b+tch like the wettest (no cap)
b+tch, i just be on these drugs, i feel like i’m dead (i’m dead)
ran it up, i touched an m, i told them i’m ready (yeah, b+tch i’m up on it)

[outro]
yeah
yeah, ha
sky

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