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yung flex – hades! lyrics

[chorus: yung flex]
deadman walking, b+tch i’m rollin’ like the undertaker
tryna’ cop a motherf+ckin’ crib with like a hundred acres
i ain’t finna’ stop until i’m ballin’ like the f+ckin’ lakers
up the f+ckin’ glock and flip a switch just like a f+ckin’ breaker

[verse 1: yung flex]
ayy, b+tch i’m hotter than the+
b+tch i’m hotter than the+
b+tch i’m hotter than the+
b+tch i’m hotter than the oven
all black fit, he ain’t even see me comin
[?]
and i’m with ya’ wh0re again and i just got her+
and i’m with ya’ wh0re again and i just got her cummin’
me and brodie in that whip, all black, b+tch
tryna line a n+gga, call it catfish
like some paperwork, i’m tryna count the stacks, b+tch
ridin’ round ya’ city with the gat, b+tch
if that n+gga talkin crazy, we gon’ f+ck him up
v12 engine in a money truck
ridin’ round ya’ city do ya’ sh+tty with the
ridin’ round ya’ city do ya’ sh+tty with the cutters’ up
lil’ b+tch, i’m on that evil sh+t
up in h+ll, blowin’ l’s with a evil b+tch
and i just put 10 up in the deagle clip
bet it flip a n+gga, william regal b+tch
ayy, gon’ and clap it up, i told that b+tch to back it up
and that sh+t you droppin’ trash, you need to pack it up
and if that n+gga talkin crazy, we gon pack him up
ain’t even into k!lling, im just chilling, blowing pack n’ stuff
[chorus: yung flex]
deadman walking, b+tch i’m rollin’ like the undertaker
tryna’ cop a motherf+ckin’ crib with like a hundred acres
i ain’t finna’ stop until i’m ballin’ like the f+ckin’ lakers
up the f+ckin’ glock and flip a switch just like a f+ckin’ breaker

[verse 2: kartier k]
[?]

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