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yung boolin - yota lyrics

(chorus: d wavy)
pull up to the party in the yota
know i mix my vodka with my soda
ask to see the car i gotta show her
afterwards i act like i don’t know her

(verse 1: yung boolin)
yung boolin and i’m cutting he’s hard
yo b-tch back and forth like a see-saw
bad eyes so i can’t see far
johnny’s built like a tree frog
call my number like i’m on the phone
fly as h-ll like i need a recall
and i’m barely six feet tall
but my d-ck is like six feet long
pussy -ss b-tch scared of me he knows it
my flow murders people very high dosage
bars top notch yung boolin he wrote it
and after that shit now it’s time to keep flowing
lame -ss rappers and they can’t roll with me
between real and fake, only real f-ck with me
tryna get the alb-m out cause they rushin me
spittin’ out diss tracks like i’m pusha t
writing this shit abouta minute before it’s out
came over to south now i got so much clout
running out the mouth get it wet like a cloud
only thing i really be f-cking with is loud
hungry -ss dogs and we bustin out the pound
most o’ y’all trash and only makin sounds
wanna have a battle man we going twenty rounds
yung boolin put 954 in the ground

(chorus: d wavy)
pull up to the party in the yota
know i mix my vodka with my soda
ask to see the car i gotta show her
afterwards i act like i don’t know her

(verse 2: xyz pimposity)
started the game, i keep it with the fast flows
making the mixtape next up is the big shows
caught off guard that hoe hit me with the low blow
boolin dropped the seed, xyz now it’s time to grow
comin’ across the water like we turned into a ferry
tundras side by side, it could be a little scary
boil rappers like lobsters, you could call them larry
the rap game’s saggin’ cause i been tryna carry
make a fire alb-m after that i’m tryna cash in
shake a tire random after that i’m tryna max him
break a buyer sc-m after that i’m tryna gas him
sellin’ out boolin, xyz got the fast win

(bridge: xyz pimposity)
oooooooo d-mn bro i just spit that heat
and you know what comes after heat?
some chorus bro
how bout i hit you with this chorus right here

(verse 3: yung boolin)
sike b-tch it’s the verse
and you know that i’m the worst
gonna have to spread the curse
gonna put you in the he-rs-
and i never go to church
for my purpose had to search
but i ended in the dirt
had to do it had to learn
play em like a violin
always know i’m styling
numbers and i’m dialing
distance hear the sirens
females always crying
i don’t really mind it
gotta break the silence
gotta get it gotta find it

- yung boolin lyrics

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