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yungxjxyy – wimpy kid lyrics

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hahahaha
“yjs”
grr grr bah
that b+tch tryna, uh aye aye (b+tch)
that b+tch tryna f+ck wit+ i know
(that b+tch tryna)
hahahaha (ha, ha)
that b+tch tryna? uh huh aye
that b+tch tryna f+ck with a (huh aye)
ah ha ha
(n+gga speak the f+ck up)
(shut the f+ck up)
n+gga what i said was

[chorus]
ew that b+tch tryna link with me i think she got cooties (f+ck)
that boy tryna beef with me? (haha)
ima do that p+ssy ass n+gga like his pops do his moms when he drunk
punch a n+gga right in his mouth
slap that lil n+gga like a pimp, talking bout n+ggas that you better than
i’m just a young n+gga from the south, that really don’t give no f+cks about (b+tch)
any large amount of f+cking clout, watch yo f+cking mouth (fah)
you the type of n+gga stub yo toe and say owie (p+ssy)
said you getting b+tches n+gga?
this n+gga built like rowley, you a wimpy kid
you the type of n+gga to get played by a hoe, then go simp again
i’m the type of n+gga to fall in love, with them benjamins
my b+tch really really bad as f+ck, yo b+tch cross eyed (ew)
she like “jayy how the f+ck you get them bands?”
b+tch i work at popeyes
[verse]
b+tch i eat my veggies strong as f+ck like i’m popeye (aye)
if a p+ssy n+gga (fah) talking down then its bye bye (b+tch)
serve that lil boy on a plate like a pot pie
said we got a problem n+gga? (sorry to inform you sir) but this problem not mine
don’t get kidnapped put you in a knot like hogties
hit him with a 6 lil n+gga that’s a 5.5 (fah, fah)
smoking on yo mans n+gga that’s what he got shot by
this stick allergic to these nutty n+ggas like pecan pie (ew)
i just think it’s funny (ha, ha) how these b+tches want me n+gga i just want the money (yeah)
you can act tough but ain’t sh+t sweet like some honey (nah)
that’s ya b+tch ask her, the sh+t that’s upsetting her tummy (yeah)
she texted you goodnight but she really getting pipe up in this onesie
like b+tch i’m really on my scum sh+t (aye) f+ck it (f+ck it)
i can really take ya b+tch and take all of her knowledge, give her back now she a dumb b+tch
now you mad as f+ck cause she trippin off of dumb sh+t (yeah)
n+gga give it up
n+gga that’s yo girl? (hahaha) n+gga that’s a b+tch that i’m done with (bye bye)
tired of chasing bands but that’s a bag ima run with (yeah)
i said f+ck them parties n+gga i ain’t with that fun sh+t (f+ck it)
30 in that magazine now n+gga that’s a fun kit
glocky get to (bah, bah) glocky get to thumping
(what the f+ck?)
(h+llo?)
(oh my god is this yungxjxyy, can we link?)
[chorus]
ew that b+tch tryna link with me i think she got cooties (f+ck)
that boy tryna beef with me? (haha)
ima do that p+ssy ass n+gga like his pops do his moms when he drunk
punch a n+gga right in his mouth
slap that lil n+gga like a pimp, talking bout n+ggas that you better than
i’m just a young n+gga from the south, that really don’t give no f+cks about (b+tch)
any large amount of f+cking clout, watch yo f+cking mouth (fah)
you the type of n+gga stub yo toe and say owie (p+ssy)
said you getting b+tches n+gga?
this n+gga built like rowley, you a wimpy kid
you the type of n+gga to get played by a hoe, then go simp again
i’m the type of n+gga to fall in love, with them benjamins
my b+tch really really bad as f+ck, yo b+tch cross eyed (ew)
she like “jayy how the f+ck you get them bands?”
b+tch i work at popeyes
(b+tch i work at)
(b+tch i work at)
(b+tch i work at)
(b+tch i work at popeyes)



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