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yung mavu - moët / visa lyrics

[intro]
chu+chu+chuki got the sauce, b+tch

[verse 1]
tm’s on the feet, yeah, i made a big switch, but i still keep af 1’s and jordan’s
i went in london first time there
wa+was the first time that i f+cked on a foreign
said her deepthroat game was strong
how the+how the f+ck this b+tch still choking?
glad that the p+ssy was good, ’cause the way she talked out the head, lil’ shawty was jokin’
said she an introvert, but she let me up close from the moment her legs were open
n+gga i’m focussed, said i ain’t finishing first, so the b+tch n+gga better stop smokin’
n+gga, i’m chosen, rеally came out of the dirt and that’s why they call a boy “goldеn”
really got f+cked my corona, said i’ll slow down, but i’m still geting shows in poland
te+ten hoes in the lobby, sh+t like a hobby, just made a movie, christopher nolan
ma+made a b+tch sing like kelly rowland, she off the molly, shawty rollin’
and i got hot off harry potter, sh+t blew me up like j. k. rowling
and i got love for these hoes, but i know that my heart still frozen

[bridge]
keep the b+tch like mourinho, stuntin’ like evel knievel, put it in any position
n+gga’s like shaq, got the free+throw, miss me, just like the boys online trynna diss me
go down south on a b+tch, like texas, houston whitney, toxic brittney (just gotta be yo’self)
a n+gga wolrdwide, but i came from the ’60 (that’s just what i do)
(but f+ck what anybody says)
[switch+up]

[interlude]
back on my rap sh+t, rap sh+t
yeah
yeah

[verse 2]
louis belt on the jeans, but the sh+t’s still saggin’ (sh+t’s still sag)
bnb air night, twenty hoes, like i really just pick who the baddest (i really just pick)
trynna hit on the blunt, took the boy upstairs, i could tell she a savage (gucci bandana)
treat the b+tch like the queen in the sheets, then the hoe got scot like travis
pass that hoe to the bro like madden (it’s lit)
yeah, all of my n+ggas some players (n+ggas some players)
i’m smokin’ on purple, yellow track, yeah, i look like the lakers
i don’t see n0body else like us (nah)
how the f+ck could you claim you made it? (how the f+ck could you claim?)
stop hitting my mail, middlefinger to all these labels (f+ck)
i cut the bullsh+t off like a razor (cut, cut)
i shot the game like oh+so+hard, game in like a taser, just like a laser (be+be+be+bew)
i’m precise when it come to the paper (pow)
oh, you ain’t heard track number seven? it’s still bye+bye, see ya later (don’t play)
f+ck a hoe, it’s a profit if i would’ve saved her, yeah

[chorus]
they want all of me
i walk through the storm, so why hey stop me now?
it’s been hard for me to tell you how i feel, ’cause i know you’re scared to love
yeah, and it’s like every time i wake up in the mornin’
n+ggas already been plottin’ down on me
i realise that all that sh+t is not important
i keep my focus and protect my energy

- yung mavu lyrics

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