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yung rudd - boobs lyrics

[intro]
yeah
ooouuu
ooouuu ooh ooh ooh!
swerve
real talk

you know i’m wavy with that real sh-t
a young trini smoking real spliffs
a bess ting you know he deal it
give her real d-ck, dan she say she feel it

[verse 1]
all up in her stomach, hoss
i’z make that box sing like an usher chorus
she said before i was skinny she had other thoughts
didn’t know what i had hidden under shorts
money’s the only way i’z give a f-ck of course
’cause i’m a f-cking boss
and i’ve been stuck with sauce
i was b-mms, like i was swimming up to jaws
that i wouldn’t win
so i went and switched it up like nos (fast)
you’re like ms dos
outdated jed
you out here hating when
i stay getting baked with friends
and amazing them with bars have them saying
“when you make it bro, doe mistake fake men
for acquaintances.”
but i above all of dat though
i about spitting paxx flow
used to have an infatuation with making my pops clap, dude
it’s natural
but once i went nuts like cashews
i eh care if he eh have a d-mn clue
that i sick like the d-mn flu
so hot i heat up canned soup
in a span of 2 seconds
i’m an animal
lead by example
how u ha da spliff so long?
i want a d-mn pull!
i with all my cohorts
realising life’s so short while
smoking a j
hoping the day
will come when the chosen will raise
and we go make the whole world say

[hook 1]
ooouuu
ooouuu ooh ooh ooh!
love me a girl with some big b–bs
haha, yeah
yeah, i prefer real
but sh-t, i’ll take fake too
ooouuu, like chee wally wally

[verse 2]
and plus she’s pop it like that video
heard she’s a legend in valencia like kily though
her name dutty in de road, but no simeon
for taking real man, and i witnessed the libido
fans them screaming, “new tunes, gimme yo!”
wam, allyuh have zika jed? how allyuh itchy so
when i more than scratch the surface?
but it’s like they addicted to crack and hurting
for their next so you know a n-gg- be back to working
til it’s a wrap like turbans
allyuh men stick and hurt yuhself
like slapping urchins
i see some wack mcs, some good ones
video producers & self proclaimed hoodlums
try to claim other men as good son
sendin real shots thinking i’d be a shook one
i don’t care that your mob deep
you’re obsolete, it’s true
bun you
i bet money that u sing

[chorus]
ooouuu
b–bs!
ahaha!
yeah

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