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yungblaket, recklezzville - misunderstood lyrics

++blaket, blaket, bu+++

[verse 1: yungblaket]:
(huh)
black and white diamonds, i look like a domino
hit then i dip and i told shortie, “vaminos”
sike, b+tch i’m leaving you adios
f+cking with me and i’m hitting yo’ momma bro
why these n+ggas keep testing me?
f+cking with gang and we shooting you endlessly
ain’t bout’ the dappers, you not a friend of me (pah)
run up on him and i’m ending he

[verse 2: recklezzville]:
i’m on this b+tch and i’m going real crazy (mm+hm)
yo’ main b+tch tryna have my baby (yeah)
hit a n+gga up with this muhf+ckin’ +dracy (yeah)
close that door so a n+gga can’t snipe me
under 10 while riding in the hood
keep that glock so you know we all good (we good)
bro said whеn he see me he gon’ shoot mе, i think i misunderstood

[verse 3: yungblaket]:
f+cking with me n+gga i wish you would
n+gga, yungblaket they wishing they could be
f+cking yo’ hoe from the back, never lack, i’m attacking her doonies, that’s something i would be
f+cking with blaket, you must’ve been joking
ride with the glock on my hip, imma soak him
ain’t bout the talking we leaving him open, they say i’m the one like i’m polo (g) i’m chosen
i’m finna spazz & i’m leaving them frozen
they cannot stand me the guns i be toting
he think he better than me must be smoking, if i get to dissing then he losing focus
they going crazy so i keep on going, f+ck from the back and i’m leaving her moaning
boy talking crazy, he move in slow motion, i grab me the glock and we gon get to poking
[verse 4: recklezzville]:
b+tch tryna f+ck, so i pulled her lace off
rapping easy, we finna take off
smoking the wood right now in the stu—turn me up, i need some juice
i hate b+tches that think they cute—b+tch you got on makeup, you foo
i hate b+tches who try to play hard to get, like who the f+ck is you?

[verse 5: yungblaket]:
spin round his block like a muhf+ckin’ cube
y’all n+ggas just cap in y’all rap and it’s p++p+
and i’m sipping on double cup, double up, b+tch on my d+ck finna suck up the honey like winnie the pooh
if that boy talking stupid, we leave with no clue
and he tryna sneak diss on the gram out the blue
if he run up, he gon get done up, put down the glock and get ready, b+tch what we gon do
how we finna sneaky link if you gon’ f+ck around and pull out the cam?
i keep me a 88, feeling great, and she catching my ball, no ceedee lamb
pull up with no shirt, i’m like god d+mn
tryna f+ck with yungblaket, i think you a fan
how the f+ck you gon’ be my shorty and do it like that, you know what i mean b+tch you ran

[verse 6: recklezzville]:
b+tch i got that glock, and i got that tec
if i see a opp, send them hollows to his neck
i can’t fall in love, cause ion’ know cupid
b+tch talm’ bout “who is recklezz”, b+tch stop acting stupid
n+gga think i’m mad about some old reck, i done had
i’ll shoot a n+gga in his face and send him to the gods
thinking bout’ smoking one n+gga and i might do it
cause that n+gga tried to play me c+ck, tried to play me stupid

- yungblaket recklezzville lyrics

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