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ying yang twins - what the fuck lyrics

what the f-ck, man?
(what the f-ck?)
this club is dead as a mother f-cker
(dead as a mother f-cker)
i’ma call these n-gg- godd-mn ying yang twins
(yay)
i’ma call bone crusher, i’ma call that boy killer mike
they gon’ be at the club
what? what? what?
what the f-ck goin’ on in the club?
(in the club)
what the f-ck goin’ on in the godd-mn club?
(in the club)
what the f-ck goin’ on in the godd-mn club?
(in the club)
what’s about b-tch? what’s about?
(what’s about b-tch?)
what’s about b-tch? what’s about?
(what’s about b-tch?)
what’s about b-tch? what’s about?
(what’s about b-tch?)
n-gg-‘s comin’ to the club, deep flow
swerving lanes on 23 mj’s no more broad change, security
they known for bustin’ heads, man, i ain’t ever scared
i’ll take a bottle to his head, i’m a live, n-gg-
i’ll leave a p-ssy n-gg- dead
hoodrats got -ss but college girls got head
and i’m gon’ take picture, think about what i just saidv
and it’s official me and my n-gg-‘s takin’ pictures
and mo money, mo hoes, mo bottles in the picture
drunk n-gg- talk sh-t, more problems then you can picture
we all got bottles, we deadly with spinners
at least five n-gg-‘s strapped up with they winerbery’s n-gg-
we all got pockets full of green, smoking broccoli
down here we drink cool water, clipse and hypnotic
down here we like our rims, spinnin’ and choppin
and the girl down to the flo’ drop droppin’ p-ssy poppin’
what the f-ck goin’ on in the club?
(in the club)
what the f-ck goin’ on in the godd-mn club?
(in the club)
what the f-ck goin’ on in the godd-mn club?
(in the club)
what’s about b-tch? what’s about?
(what’s about b-tch?)
what’s about b-tch? what’s about?
(what’s about b-tch?)
what’s about b-tch? what’s about?
(what’s about b-tch?)
i hold off yo n-gg- like whoa
i put these bricks to his face like whoa
ain’t n-body scared n-gg- because hustle to hustler
if you want rumble n-gg-r tussle to tussler
b-tch boi you ain’t hard i see you runnin’
so what you talkin’ ’bout n-gg- like i’m hard, i’m drummin’
you got me, eh, don’t let these 16 shots get atcha
(blah)
because underachiever is soon believer don’t

- ying yang twins lyrics

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