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yhapojj - sswerve geeked lyrics

[intro: yhapojj]
mhm, you’re listening to yhapojj
i’m f+cking with this b+tch, b+tch gotta be perfect (gotta be perfect)
my n+ggas walked in this b+tch with sticks, they nervous (they nervous)
they said “that boy, lil’ yhap, he walkin’, goin’ tramp” (he walkin’, goin’ tramp)

[chorus: lil tony official]
big body, swerve geeked
i got two bad b+tches in the spot, these hoes tryna slurp me
man, gotta turn no n+gga b+tch to a thot, these hoes so thirsty
i gotta keep my gun on me, late night, n+ggas out to hurt me
i’ma slide on my thirty
woah, huh, black mask, black gloves, throw on my coat
i’m tryna load up and spin my twin sayin’ chill big bro, don’t go
we tryna switch out the van, my brother got a [?] .57 through the door
if it’s that, let me know what it is, i swear that these b+tches be f+ckin’ on trips let her go

[verse: yhapojj]
if it’s that, let me know what it is
if it’s that, let me know what it+ (lef+cking goat)
me and my n+ggas standin’ on bidness
me and my n+ggas standin’ on+ (shh ,go)
these stupid b+tches pick me (pew+pew)
catch a p+ssy slipping (brrt)
pitches, [drawls?], sip me
i’m watchin’ n+ggas envy (n+ggas envy)
i’m watchin’ n+ggas envy
all yo partners six feet
[all you n+ggas six feet?]
all you n+ggas silly
i’m walkin’ past these hoes, and all these bougie b+tches [?] sh+t
i’m shakin’ my head at these stupid n+ggas on some sucker sh+t (they on some sucker sh+t)
don’t play with him, you play with him, you know lil’ bruh gon’ cut a b+tch
don’t play with him, you play with me, these n+ggas on some funny sh+t
we wrap ’em up like mummy, b+tch
wrap ’em up like mummy, quick
my n+gga want a honey bun, ain’t talkin’ ’bout that other sh+t
[chorus: lil tony official]
big body, swerve geeked
i got two bad b+tches in the spot, these hoes tryna slurp me
man, gotta turn no n+gga b+tch to a thot, these hoes so thirsty
i gotta keep my gun on me, late night, n+ggas out to hurt me
i’ma slide on my thirty
woah, huh, black mask, black gloves, throw on my coat
i’m tryna load up and spin my twin sayin’, chill big bro, don’t go
we tryna switch out the van, my brother got a [?] .57 through the door
if it’s that, let me know what it is, i swear that…

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