yoshi geng - tight skinnies lyrics
hook
ouu ay what
can you f-ck on my face ay
can you f-ck on my face ay
can you f-ck on my face ouu
yoshi
what
tight skinnies
huh ouu
tight skinnies
huh ouu
tight skinnies huh
b-tch kno i got taste
wait, can you f-ck on my face
hollup, can’t hear what you sayin
sayin, super saiyan her brain
ou, nice t-tties huh
ou, glock 50 huh
ou, blade w me huh
ou, tight skinnies
verse : luweethesecond
you got a heart up your sleeve
i got some blades up my sleeve
f-ck what you say tell me when you conceive
i f-cked what she said she was down on her knees
alright, oh my
ice make me sneeze kazunt-te
i cannot breathe yoshi too tight
f-ck on her maybe like two times
drippin drippin drippy
call up a plumber we drippin
her vision blurred up from the sippin
tie yo sh-t up b-tch you trippin
chanel stainless steel, okay
my heart, colder than your meal, okay popping that p-ssy like seals, okay
pour your heart oops it split, okay
i was off a yammy yam, that’s true
you misbehave so no d-ck for you
purp in my cup yeah that’s lean for you
she feel my chest ou i feel for you
ciroc bottle heavy my hand ache, ouch
geng w an ‘e’ don’t mispr-nounce it
blunt so fat b-tch i never lost it
two faced b-tch, touch her face i toss it
uh okay
thottie, she got it
ou okay
my d-ck it reach her conscious
xanny per day
keep the p-ssy right at bay
treat the p-ssy right my bait
like it when she ride my face
verse: levid
super saiyan her what
that brain like what
tight skinnies huh machete
that machete
a necessity
point it at his head uh
if it’s necessary
yeah they cross me
crucify a n-gg-
look at how i walk
huh excuse
on my dirt bike
wheelie up right
jerk my d-ck right
oh my
nice t-tties uh
if her -ss fat
know she with me
f-ck it till it drip
call me cause of leakage
in and out her life
just left the image
all n-gg-s look like bootleg me
tight skinnies on catch up to me
you cuffing lil b-tches
that have swallowed my skeet skeet
made a tape with the hoe
uncensored no bleep bleep
can’t race with me
that whip still racist
gucci on the feet
lil n-gg- we can’t kick it
raf simons on
guess why your b-tch
lick
lick lick
watch the movie
she slurpy
look how your b-tch
get down and dirty
she do flips you ain’t seen before
what a session
she got a good core
bad b-tch say she love me
never ducking cameras
we flashy
that flash hit
see the ice twinkle
excuse my allergies
blame the jewels on me
report your abuse
i put my jewelry on it
-ss needed flavor
i put my kids on it
no paddleshift
call it tiptronic
care package kit
hard like pistol whip
hard like pistol whip
hit your b-tch with it
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