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yung jalap – really move lyrics

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(intro)
yung jalap, what you finna do?
man you already know who the f-ck it is man(blahhh)

(chorus)
she ask..
yung jalap, what you finna do?
i’mma go and smoke this l and show you how i really move
i might f-ck around and drop some lean up on my tennis shoes
i bought a p, i’m boutta smoke it with a friend or two

(hook)
she ask..
yung jalap, what you finna do?
i’mma go and smoke this l and show you how i really move
i might f-ck around and drop some lean up on my tennis shoes
i bought a p, i’m boutta smoke it with a friend or two

(verse 1)
smoke it with a friend or two, buildin’ up my revenue
i never snitch, i never knew
i’m smoking till i’m blenheim blue
i’m smoking till i’m blenheim blue
i jacked his backwood, but this backwood taste like residue

(verse 2)
godd-mn, i need a bad b-tch, not a ratchet
i need a mix between a wifey and a savage
keep my circle close cause i ain’t f-cking with no average
gotta keep a pole, if you don’t then you lackin’

(hook)
she ask..
yung jalap, what you finna do?
i’mma go and smoke this l and show you how i really move
i might f-ck around and drop some lean up on my tennis shoes
i bought a p, i’m boutta smoke it with a friend or two

she ask..
yung jalap, what you finna do?
i’mma go and smoke this l and show you how i really move
i might f-ck around and drop some lean up on my tennis shoes
i bought a p, i’m boutta smoke it with a friend or two

(verse 3)
she a bad b-tch, ridin d-ck, doing backflips
askin if i’m real, b-tch do you need to ask it?
and she f-ckin on my brain like it’s acid
and she touchin on my chain cause it’s flashin
cause it’s flashin, ho cause it’s flashin
dip and dash till the cas’, now i’m cashing
that’s your man? heard that man be capping
i got a plan, we hit tonight, and get the action

(hook)
she ask..
yung jalap, what you finna do?
i’mma go and smoke this l and show you how i really move
i might f-ck around and drop some lean up on my tennis shoes
i bought a p, i’m boutta smoke it with a friend or two



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