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yng co - the crown lyrics

shorty got no time for love just blow me in the whip
i just want the top and if it’s time i gotta hit
do it for myself i’m finna make the family rich
thought you were my dawg but then i heard you be a snitch

i just want the maybach feel like rick ross
let me hit it quick up in my flip flops
know i get you wet i make it drip drop
girl you lookin like the vv diamonds on my wrist watch
oh baby girl just make it bounce now
shorty f-ckin love it makin loud sounds
yng co like a king you better bow down
waiting for my queen to wear the crown now

waiting for my queen, shoutout michael jackson i don’t
need a billy jean, i just need a b-tch who tryna
ride like limousine, i ain’t on the c0ke but for the
music i’m a fiend, b-tches be the same just tryna
burn like gasoline, i don’t wanna love you why you
askin, shorty long gone off the
bars and she crashing, yeah
tell her like baby don’t test me
bullsh-t to the side i’m just livin for the time
your b-tch wanna blow like me my middle name is chime
shorty took my babies down her wind pipe
now i gotta dip best believe i book a quick flight
bad lil ting put aside now, toss the shorty out find dime now
she don’t gotta be a ride and die girl, just a thick b-tch i with an iq
imma keep it real i don’t like you, swear up on my life could never wife you
c0ke be the sh-t you just might do, swear to god you stupid like my right shoe

music be my p-ssion i swear you can’t take it from me
when i miss the studio im actin h-lla grumpy
i don’t even care bout these hoes they can dub me
when i make it out of here n0body ask for nothin

shorty, she just, curved me, that b-tch just made a mistake
taking a look at her friends, and i’m
picking which one imma take
think about f-ckin the one wit the thighs, think about gettin inside
using these b-tches to numb all the problems, demons i been tryna hide
hoe interrupting my dreams, f-ck her then go back to sleep
how you, fit all, that in the jeans, rip off the sh-t for a g
b-tch i’m a dog and she stuck like a flea, on god i’m makin her cream
when shorty riding the pipe, all she wan do is just scream
think i might just need some top b-tch, then get the f-ck out the whip
when she be riding on me in the back, all i can see is her t-ts
i can’t stand these dumb hoes who always be askin me what
dumb bunch of hoes who be swallowin nut, i only be f-ckin her once
if she keep on suckin i’ll buy her a bag, please do not stop til i throw in the flag
burken or louie you get what you want, don’t even look at the tag
i tell the b-tches spread open yo legs, reloading gon bust it like mags
these b-tches doin whatever i say, i pick em and choose em like grapes

- yng co lyrics

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