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yung ro (tx) - hot fries (777) lyrics

oink
oink, oink, oink, oink
oink, oink
oink, oink
b-tch
uh huh

put him in a bag, he hot fries
give my youngin’ a signal, he knows out your wifi
gotta get close enough to give him a hi-five, i don’t respect no drive by
(uh huh)
you can catch me in the cut like peroxide
my glock got a drum like i’m working for popeyes, i don’t do all that rara
he not a gangsta he p-ssy
i pop his -ss and send him upstairs, like im his big sister
swipey no swipin’ i hop out the bushes
if my b-tch stay down, the im buying her dolce
but if b-tch switch up, f-ck it, im pullin’ a oj
nipsey, i like to hustle, i like sin, my money double
cross me then he know he in trouble, you’ll think that im luther the way that i’m bussin’
choppa old and got a lil [?]
bare this oh lord, this b-tch got a lil rusty
they been had a curse on my block, some say i done got a lil lucky
picture why the opp sister talkin bout, she don’t want no dealings
i told that b-tch get out yo feelings, your p-ssy only reason that your brother still livin’
f-ck wat yo friend said, your bro woulda been dead
woulda fried his -ss threw some powder on em
had him lookin like beignets
but im a rapper now so i really can’t
be on[?]
but what you expect when i was slangin’ iron, before i thought of a mixtape
im an upcoming artist you been late
my music hotter than [?]
took the sticks out tuesday and them b-tches hit on that wednesday

yea
and the convo went like oink oink oink
and i was like huh
and they was like oink oink oink
and i was like what
and he was like oink oink oink
haha
f-ck outta here
got another trap and we back at it
back at it like at it like a crack addict
still making plays in the back alley
still coming up simple mathematics
draco in the back look back it
the .40 got a sight b-tch backpack it
tried to give y’all a chance but im back at it
im back in the kitchen and im back snappin’
reach me the drum in the top cabinet
instagram n-ggas need to stop rappin’
you ain’t living like that n-gga stop capping
you still scared of your step daddy
where was you when i was sleeping on the air mat
you ain’t even send a n-gga care pack
now im skirting off in a h-llcat

oink, oink, oink
ha
motherf-ckin’ oink
pigs b-tch

- yung ro tx lyrics

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