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young abdulleh - hybrid lyrics

[intro: young abdulleh]
i got 45 b-tches in my hybrid and no one’s gonna stop me
no one’s gonna f-cking stop me, you hear that right now?

[hook: miggy]
4, 5 b-tches in my hybrid
b-tches can’t get enough of my hybrid
i even got to chill with my friend byron
hybrid, hybrid

[verse 1: young abdulleh]
hit it from the back, hit it from the front
these b-tches wanna f-ck, these b-tches wanna f-ck
vvs, sipping lean, limousine, limousine, limousine
b-tch you just a wannabe cause honestly you just try to get in front of me
paul johnson part 2, trap house views
take the uber down to santa cruz with the whole crew
tissues for your issues
for these feminists going through the genesis
snake so venomous, you my nemesis
perfectionist, sensitive, such a pessimist, white supremacist
anyway must find a way, smoking weed for a couple days
schwarzenneger, terminator
stacking up the paper
oatmeal like quaker
f-ckin’ all the haters
steph curry with the pot, boy, steph curry with the shot, boy
hand cooking with the wrist, boy
running through the 6, boy
you a f-ckin’ b-tch, boy
put your mouthguard in your mouth, boy
acting like a little baby
cougars grandma’s gravy with the f-ckin’ rabies
donald trump the racist

[verse 2: young abdulleh]
tweeter talking, twitter fingers, got corona in your liver
trap house living, euro b-tches wanna l!ck it
pints of lean with the xannies
then she dropped her panties
everybody singing it, everybody doing it, everybody moving it
look at me i’m winning it, look at me i’m k!lling it
hitting this blunt like an og, acting like they know me
world at my feet, murder every f-ckin’ beat
katarina sanchez, that is where the land ends
wants to be my girlfriend
nah you just a f-ckin’ b-tch
dub city’s over and done with
breathe fire like a dragon on these bandwagon f-ggots

[verse 3: young abdulleh]
45 b-tches in my hybrid, twerking on the hydrant
now we on that fly sh-t
she be bouncing on my d-ck in the new whip, all up in the sp-ceship
reppin’ on that bay sh-t, f-ckin’ all the fake sh-t
f-ckin’ swerving down 280, goin on the lane switch, f-ck another fake b-tch
all i got is money on my mind, workin’ on my grind, goin’ up on cloud 9
throwing up threes like hinrich, in the f-ckin hybrid
spread her p-ssy out like a virus, gettin’ down and dirty like the pirates
miley f-cking cyrus
wake and bake and drop that booty down like an earthquake
mixing that patron with the champagne
shawty cut the line like a band-aid, i don’t give a f-ck what her man say

[hook: miggy]
4, 5 b-tches in my hybrid
b-tches can’t get enough of my hybrid
i even got to chill with my friend byron
hybrid, hybrid

[verse 4: young abdulleh]
andrew garcia the queer
make more than a day than he makes in a year
this fool doesn’t even have a career and he just disappeared
goodbye from my life and these n-ggas can’t really suffice
the dirty dandruff and lice and the chicken bowl and brown rice
chipotle every day and chick-fil-a, yeah
you ebola, you controlla
coca-cola, hispaniola
the west indies, oh look who your kids need
just stab yourself in the kidneys
his daddy shoulda put on a condom cause andrew garcia got so many problems

- young abdulleh lyrics

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