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yung bans - tik tik tik lyrics

[intro]
pooh, you a fool for this
yeah
hold up, jetson made another one
ayy, yeah
yeah, yeah

[chorus]
she wanna lick, lick, lick, lick, lick, lick
wanna lick all on this d-ck (yeah)
look at this rollie on my wrist, wrist
it don’t tick, tick, tick, tick, tick (tick)
and i know they gettin’ money
but they ain’t gettin’ to it like this (to it like this)
k!ll a n-gg- whole gang
but we ain’t tryna go to prison
they want that old bans back
they want me on that dumb sh-t
how the f-ck i catch a murder?
i ain’t even touch the n-gg-
yeah, i got murder on my mind
yeah, i got murder on my mind
i got murder on my mind
this time got murder on my mind

[verse 1]
i feel like hercu-, hercu-, hercules
n-gg-s wanna murder me
demons in my ear, they talkin’ to me, sound like turtle beach
havin’ good steak, young n-gg-s, know they’ve heard of me
take a n-gg- main, she wanna f-ck me for a birkin, please
all my shoes say double c’s
i was just broke with nothin’ to eat
catch ’em down bad, pop top
pow, watch ’em bleed
gettin’ to the guap, i’m with this lil’ hoe, she on lock (yeah)
when i was on the block i had the dope all in my sock (yeah)

[bridge]
straight out the jungle (oh, ah)
ready to rumble (yeah)
the chopper snub him (yeah)
pull out and rub him (ooh)

[verse 2]
long live t-money, he was shooting at the police, sh-t
all my n-gg-s hurt, though they really on that greedy sh-t
f-ck this b-tch, i send her home
really, i don’t need a b-tch
all she want is money, i got plenty, i’ll spend it quick
where these hoes was at when i was out here down bad on my d-ck?
hundred thousand on my wrist
vvs’s, watch they drip
all my n-gg-s k!llers, and they with it, i can’t let ’em slip
go ahead, choose your side
you really with me, gotta take your pick
foh, foh, foh, n-gg-, you hear that
only got one life, you can’t get back
better stop flexing like you gangsta, know you ain’t near that
we gon’ leave your -ss stanking, we the sh-t bag (woo woo)

[chorus]
she wanna lick, lick, lick, lick, lick, lick
wanna lick all on this d-ck (let’s go)
look at this rollie on my wrist, wrist
it don’t tick, tick, tick, tick, tick (yeah)
and i know they gettin’ money
but they ain’t gettin’ to it like this (to it like this)
k!ll a n-gg- whole gang
but we ain’t try’na go to prison
they want that old bans back
they want me on that dumb sh-t (on that dumb sh-t)
how the f-ck i catch a murder?
i ain’t even touch the n-gg-
yeah, i got murder on my mind
yeah, i got murder on my mind
i got murder on my mind
this time got murder on my mind

- yung bans lyrics

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