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yung1s - knockin' lyrics

keep it rockin’
n—-‘s knockin’
b-tches flockin’
imma stop
i’m a rock man
that’s my ha man
we gon take this this to the top
i’m not c-cky, i just like me
don’t be mad b
let’s go rock
we’re the yung1’s
started off son
it ain’t serious
it’s just fun
yung 1’s

(yung bob)
chillin on an island
i’m not violent, but don’t make me b-tch
all i do is ball
got not flaws, plus i’m stupid rich
bouncin’ off the walls
gettin calls from my other b-tch
then i heard you a snitch
just laying in a ditch
and you think you rule
you not cool
yeah these diamonds drool
jumpin in the pool
keep that tool, take your -ss to school
in a two door coop
bout to scoop
your girl give me head
yeah i’m yung bob from chop shop
cuz i’m yung bob and she slob my kn-b
(she slob me)
and i’m bout that cheese
with some freeze
smoking make me wheeze
eyes stay chinese
all we do is sneeze
all we do is sneeze, all we do is sneeze
and i’m so so mean
i mean so so clean (fresh)
and i’m off the beat, yeah i’m off the beat
and i’m with my team so don’t make a scene
(and i’m with my team so don’t make a scene)

(yung pac)
lit like the lakers
put the reefer in the paper
got them benjies see you later
i skrrt skrrt in the racer
in the diner with no waiter
your boy f-cks with no chasers
i see your b-tch doin boolotties
she in the lobby with the louis
finna shoot prolly
i told her (ya) she don’t want the juice
just like you
when i’m in the alley-oop
heads like whoop
get off my feet
for i skeet
off the race like track meet
with the beat
fit on fleek
(yo p-ss me a beer)
‘cuz we’re young havin fun
coppin cheeks on the run
check off
check #1
(bout to k!ll this sh-t)

(yung young)
young yung young
still just a youngin
got some b-tches tryna f-ck me
and i treat ’em like nothin’
yeah you see me always schemin’
cuz we all up to somethin
couple shots to the face
and they wonder why i be stumblin
well i guess i’ll exhaust it
i can’t stop poppin these lids
we’re the yung1’s
stay mobbin’
we’re just a couple of kids
not even tryna stand out
my -ss is parked on the couch
i got my forty and i’m sippin
yo i’m startin to slouch
f-ck my vision is blurring
and my words are just slurrin
p-ssy startin to speak to me girl
it sounds like it’s purrin
so i eat it like breakfast
can’t hook up with some exes
cuz i’m onto my next b-tch
i’m writing s-x on my checklist
(f-ck it up)

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