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yung tripp - megaman (remix) lyrics

[intro: yung tripp]
mega man, mega man, mega man
mega man, mega man, mega man, mega man

[verse 1: yung tripp]
your b+tch wanna f+ck me
she know yung tripp got the f+cking zip
pints on top of pints, yeah, yung tripp got that muddy slimy sh+t
truey on my louis, b+tches top me in a foreign whip
mk on my last b+tch cause she suck me in my m+1+6
who are you my brotha, why you talking all that stupid sh+t
your b+tch is the topic cause she be always on a different d+ck
b+tch p+ssy is like star wars, so i had to let my brotha hit
racks all in my pocket, your b+tch wanna suck my d+ck

[chorus: yung tripp]
mega man, mega man, mega man, mega man
mega man, mega man, mega man, mega man
mega man, mega man, mega man, mega man
mega man, mega man, mega man, mega man

[verse 2: yung tripp]
like i’m mario, stacking up bricks
codiene brick van, move the sh+t
yung goat takin’ yeah loot
p+ssy don’t play cause my young boys shoot
hop out the coup and i smoke with the boof
pull up vool and you know we some gook
spit at me, oh my god
who the f+ck is that? that’s yung tripp
on my d+ck, yeah, you know my name
everybody know me all the time, yeah
[verse 3: xxxtentacion]
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, gang, gang
i got black and white b+tches i call it zebra
little spots all on yo head like a cheetah
i heard that b+tch come from the jungle she a eater
you know my n+ggas super savage they gon’ feed her
gotta clock up on my c+ck like flava flav (ayy, ayy, how you do it)
demolition in that p+ssy scraight from rage (ayy, ayy, ayy)
you know my n+ggas is shootin’ no playstation
i know some n+ggas in county they straight haitian (gang)
they be like x don’t send no texts how he do it (hey! ayy, ayy)
i beat her down her p+ssy running i’m talkin’ fluid (murk, murk)
master blasting, i heard yo n+ggas boolin’ (ayy, ayy)
i got some b+tches, b+tches they need some seducing, crucially (ayy)

[verse 4: ski mask the slump god]
woke up with a head then slap on a rack
i’m flashin’ this paper
she said she see that
she giving me dome
she said she can’t breathe
she still goin’ hard asthma attack
respect my mind and respecting my gat
supreme on my back
five panel hat
we playin’ chicago
so pass that sh+t back
them juicy j paper, get trippy off that
i puff and i pass
i’m bustin’ right through
you catchin’ a chill
ice on my neck
gotta throw up your set
that’s when them watches, the chains, the rings
be shinin’ the best
i’m whippin’ and cooking and looking the best
stainless steel from bangladesh
she squirt like a hoe who been touching herself
mind on that green like i’m layin’ in grass
colored sprite
got me nice
d+mn i’m lookin’ swag tonight
where the b+tch
t++th pearly white
she tryna f+ck tonight
rollin up that grand daddy
now my head feel einstein
sittin’ back
pushin’ packs
mary jane my concubine

- yung tripp lyrics

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