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yung surf - scotty pimpin lyrics

b#tch i am back
youngest surf to ever spit on a track
your b#tch a snack
imma just hit it and give it right back
still got no money but chasing the bag
i got the juice but you know i can’t rap
i got a louis belt my sh#ts won’t sag
my b#tch is weirder than tim turners dad
i could be vicky and make me some cash
and make that sh#t fast
but that would be wack
i’m on a stolen beat come get my ass
i’m getting thirsty hoe pour me a glass
better yet babygirl hand me the bottle
b#tch it’s moscato till i hit the lotto
the 8 dollar bottle your parents would follow
your dyk# cannot swallow and her p#ssy hollow
i never f#ck b#tches you know that’s my motto
pick her up in my new mercialago
hit the curb grab her hair give me vibrato
just like wick b#tch, excomnunicato
she on the needle like demi lovato
tag team your b#tch and you gimme bravado
she kissin my glock like a made her a model

yung benedict: oh sh#t, you’re done?
yung surf: h#ll no
yung benedict: shiiit

she gon start squeakin when she see me pull my cheese out
100 dollar bill could make your best friend bleed out
when you seen us comin man i saw you try to sneak out
because you know it’s bouta be the final time you breathe out

- yung surf lyrics

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