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yung god – grease (john travolta) lyrics

[intro]
ha
n-ggas hate when i do this sh-t, bruh
grease on deck, swag on deck, sushi on deck
all that, you feel me?
you gotta have white girls on deck to have grease, n-gga
grease (x3) oh
grease (x3) oh
oh
grease
god (arf!)

[verse]
stepped in the room, i deserve an applause
riding through the hood and i ain’t worried about getting robbed
yung god never had a 9 to 5 job
let’s talk grease cause you know i got a lot
i’m loaded like my glock. ch! bodies drop
all my hoes know how to suck a c-ck
she let me hit and run, like a drunk driver
deeper than a scuba diver, ain’t no survivors
ak-47, b-tch, it’s like a tranquilizer
lay him in the dirt, now he’s fertilizer
wet p-ssy on deck, we baptize v-g-n-s
what’s 20 thousand?
to a n-gga, eating good, just an appetizer
d-mn, i got the grease with the john travolta moves
aqua boy, let’s drown him, better pray he water proof
hating on the ocean gang, b-tch, you’re shark food
this ain’t nothing new
i stay with more grease than a black girl ‘do
nothing over me, i do this sh-t with ease
f-ck everybody in the world who disagree
wear a jacket in summer cause my chain on freeze
came out the water in my ocean gang tee
f-cked her so good, i should charge the girl a fee
bunking like the juice man, the world under my wings
lean like the triple beam, what the f-ck you mean?

[hook]
john travolta, grease! (x2)
i got 3 white b-tches coming over (grease!)
she begging for the grease and i don’t even know her (grease!)
i got the (arf!) if you come any closer (grease!)
john travolta, grease! (x2)
i got 3 white b-tches coming over (grease!)
she begging for the grease and i don’t even know her (grease!)
i got the (arf!) if you come any closer (oh, grease!)

[outro]
drip (x6)
splish, splash (x2)
dive, swim, dive, splash
water!
grease! grease! ohh, oh
joven dios (x2)
god
god
yung god!
yung god! yung god! arf!

- yung god lyrics

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