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yeroc - bathing ape lyrics

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i’m strapped with that ape
i’m strapped with that bape and that ape
yeah i’m strapped with that ape
strapped with that bape and that ape

i’m strapped with that bape and that ape
that louie up all on my waist
my shooters will air out the place
put bullet holes all in your face

f-ckin’ yo hoe on my racks
she wanna play that shi’ back
run up that check and that sack
drivin’ a ‘rari it’s black

ballin’ ballin’ yeah i’m ballin’
robin jeans on my waist
robin wings that’s my taste
supreme mask on my face

countin’ countin’ up them grams
went to jail for them grams
got them grams right back
and this 40 bouta clap

all in my jeans yeah she guessin’
she wetting up all in her jeans yeah she blessin’
she talking ’bout all of my hoes
yeah she guessin’
she all in my phone in my screen
yeah she stressing

get the message?

yo hoe in my lane
she merging
this lean in my system
i’m swerving
these hoes on my phone
i’m curving
this white in my car
si’m serving
yo moms in the trap
she working

i’m strapped with that ape
i’m strapped with that bape and that ape
yeah i’m strapped with that ape
strapped with that bape and that ape

i’m strapped with that bape and that ape
that louie up all on my waist
my shooters will air out the place
put bullet holes all in your face

got a 380 and i’m poppin’ that
these n-gg-s lame for not poppin’ back
y e r o c .. you not stopping that
call me ai cause i’m crossing that
hit em with a right got em fallin’ back
don’t call me twice, i ain’t callin’ back
and i’m ’bouta put my city on the map

got 3 bad b-tches on my phone
stop callin’ me, please leave me ‘lone
put the chrome to his m-th-rf-ckin’ dome
and i’m gettin more head than a comb
and you know i stay fresh like febreze
and my gold chain yellow like some cheese
and my diamonds so sick you might sneeze
y e r o c b-tch i’m the king

f-ck all these winnie the pooh -ss n-gg-s i just might pull your honeys with jam
hate on the fam
my shooters go blam
i hate all you n-gg-s
i hate all you clams
f-ck all you n-gg-s that’s talkin’ down on my name i swear to god man that sh-t is a shame
you n-gg-s some lames
i c-ck it and aim
yeroc never change
from dollars to change

m4 on my necklace
m4 on my gun
m4 on my necklace
yeah we living reckless

i’m strapped with that ape
i’m strapped with that bape and that ape
yeah i’m strapped with that ape
strapped with that bape and that ape

i’m strapped with that bape and that ape
that louie up all on my waist
my shooters will air out the place
put bullet holes all in your face

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