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yung huf - humblegod lyrics

[hook] x2
i want a b-tch with a gucci belly
pistol in her purse
i want you to twerk
i-i-i want you to twerk

[verse 1: yung huf]
yu gi oh champion
b-tches love that
i crimson chin the p-ssy
keeping c0ke under my hubcaps
reading your mind
but i skipped a couple chapters
giving jesus gucci sandals
in the middle of some rapture
but catch me on the jetski
i leave ’em all perplexed, crowley
doing drivebys on pterodactyl’s
eat out ms. finster’s p-ssy
hard-on’s like exodia
android 18 b-tches in the bathtub
milk bottles fulla codeine and vodka
that’s trill cuh
but i stay drinking capri-sun
dealing crack with tarzan
to starsky and hutch
in a batmobile
time travelling to hitler
drank him underneath the table
free’d the jews from all the chambers
when i got him into selling bangles
you’re welcome

[hook] x4

[verse 2: yung huf]
was a luchadore
hiding in some wedding cakes and churches
eat that p-ssy like pr-nutro
d-ck is hung like ian curtis
poppin’ pills like joplin
trading ak’s for green cards
tagging up a precinct
and getting bl-wj-bs from charizard
doing the cooking dance
repping a get-money-gut
meditating in the jungle
my gucci belly just stunts
in raybans with pygmie ho’s hittin’ blunts
getting head from muriel while courage just watched
head decked out with a macaroni du-rag
smoked out like a firefighter
i don’t mean to brag
but her p-ssy soft like yamcha
her p-ssy soft like michael cera
i spit timeless like a watch ain’t on my wrist
i don’t spit for the money
i spit so i can f-ck your b-tch

[hook] x4

- yung huf lyrics

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