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yung trae - sextvpes lyrics

[intro]
call some hoes, moe. call some hoes. yeah
duct tape your grandmother, and that’s on everything
yeah

[verse 1]
gold t–th, bad b-tches, they mulatto
good weed, forty ounces, and some tacos
shooting at the police, skateboarding and eating p-ssy
doing c0ke, f-cking raw, blood gang, that’s law
left hand on that steering wheel, texting hoes with my right hand
shout out my n-gga von, ’cause that n-gga my right hand
(yung trae a.r. hanging out the window)
(yung trae a.r. hanging out the window)
(yung trae a.r. hanging out the window)
all my b-tches is nymphos, all my n-ggas steal fords and chevys
my mama think i’m makaveli, my swagger on that fonzarelli
i’m popping percs for breakfast, i do c0ke for lunch, eat p-ssy for dinner
god bless this sinner, ask 30th, n-gga i’m a blessing
f-ck around with my n-ggas, i’ll bicep your armageddon
bench press crack cocaine, the black version of cobain
my old hoes get g-ngb-nged, i drive drunk, but maintain
if my grandma knew, she’d probably cry
my new b-tch is probably bi, if she let me f-ck i’mma make her cry
manslingo on greek hoes
that young black, ashy n-gga, but i’m still tanning out rio
swimming out in the deep end
i got so much weed, i’m surprised i ain’t a weed man
gold rings, tounuge ring, machine guns under my couch
i had a dream, i broke my legs, and she didn’t f-ck, i still kicked her out
f-cking around the east coast, up and down, smuggling drugs
ratchet n-gga, you f-cking with us, i’ll k!ll your mom, ’cause you f-cking with thugs
black jacket with a lot of zippers, phone dead ’cause i’m s-xting hoes
i swear i think my sh-t don’t stink, all these years i ain’t close my nose
ski mask, break in your house, get a n-gga for his flat screens
sell that sh-t for 300, buy some new clothes and a new gun
my lungs blacker than me n-gga, i swear i need a new one
my life is like too fun, photo shoots and s-x tapes
all i eat is wet p-ssy, oreos, and purple grapes
drug money in my safe, but i stop trapping six months ago
now all i’m focused on: music, ’cause these freak hoes is gonna come and go
y-n-w-v hoe, spilled paint, buy that sh-t
i swear to god, i’m high as sh-t, dope sh-t, dope sh-t
after this, i’mma f-ck a b-tch, to marco’s last album
i said..
(break it down and roll it, inhale and blow it up)
(break it down and roll it, inhale and blow it up)
(girl my sh-t say loaded)

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