yung tyran – yesssir lyrics
[chorus: yung tyran]
yesssir!
still in this b+tch, i won’t let up
she get this d like the letter
pimpin’ whatever the weather
if she get on her knees i’ma bless her
with the head she a f+ckin’ professor
turn a bed to a ring then we wrestle
she say i f+ck up her edges
yesssir!
still in this b+tch, i won’t let up
she get this d like the letter
pimpin’ whatever the weather
if she get on her knees i’ma bless her
with the head she a f+ckin’ professor
turn a bed to a ring then we wrestle
she say i f+ck up her edges
[verse 1: die mondez]
she tie her hair in a bun and she get on her knees
give me sloppidy toppidy top
she say “don’t f+ck up my edges” and then she proceeds with no hands ’til a young n+gga pop
d+mn it this b+tch is a lot!
think i might cuff her but i just can’t move like a cop
she fell in love with a g
she told me “mezzo, don’t n0body got what you got”
she finna f+ck with a stepper, she throw me the wap
every time that i hit it it’s wetter
she only stay if i let her
she never wanted to leave, say she f+ck with the setup
she know a young n+gga pimpin’
she still let me hit on occasion, i don’t ever press her
cut from a diamond, i’m built for the pressure
soon as she get to the crib, put the tip in and let her go “yesssir!”
[chorus: yung tyran]
yesssir!
still in this b+tch, i won’t let up
she get this d like the letter
pimpin’ whatever the weather
if she get on her knees i’ma bless her
with the head she a f+ckin’ professor
turn a bed to a ring then we wrestle
she say i f+ck up her edges
yesssir!
still in this b+tch, i won’t let up
she get this d like the letter
pimpin’ whatever the weather
if she get on her knees i’ma bless her
with the head she a f+ckin’ professor
turn a bed to a ring then we wrestle
she say i f+ck up her edges
[verse 2: yung tyran]
(look)
got her addicted to me and me only
she tellin’ her friends that my d is a drug
she pull up on me whenever she lonely, she know that a n+gga ain’t lookin’ for love
i put my thing in her gut
she now it’s up and it’s stuck
but she never fuss, she know a n+gga don’t rush
70 minutes i’m eatin’ and shlidin’ it up
she finna do anything for a n+gga as long as i promise her a bag or a lace front
she open wide but i give her a facial
sl+t her out face down, i don’t really play around
wake the neighbours, lil’ mama gettin’ loud
choke her out, make her wanna spread ’em out
beat it up ’til she tell me “tone it down”
beat it up ’til she say “n+gga, wow!”
[chorus: yung tyran]
yesssir!
still in this b+tch, i won’t let up
she get this d like the letter
pimpin’ whatever the weather
if she get on her knees i’ma bless her
with the head she a f+ckin’ professor
turn a bed to a ring then we wrestle
she say i f+ck up her edges
yesssir!
still in this b+tch, i won’t let up
she get this d like the letter
pimpin’ whatever the weather
if she get on her knees i’ma bless her
with the head she a f+ckin’ professor
turn a bed to a ring then we wrestle
she say i f+ck up her edges
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