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​yvngxchris – z06 remix lyrics

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[verse 1]
lil’ shorty tryna f+ck on that lil’ n+gga yvngxchris ’cause he stay with a glocky
i can tell by the way she lookin’ that she cannot suck d+ck, but it’s not even jockey
i don’t know you lil’ n+gga, don’t call me your twin
i’ma beat that lil’ b+tch up again
and your b+tch wanna f+ck me, she love on my skin
on the block with the opps like, “bruh, how you been?”
godd+mn, got your b+tch in the crib tryna f+ck on cam
on the block with the opps, so the glock don’t jam
how the f+ck is we sneaky linkin’, but you postin’ me all on your ‘gram?
and i don’t even smoke on gas like that, but i’m really fiendin’, n+gga give me a gram
b+tch, i’m in the field, n+gga like cam
i’m not finna follow, you not shakin’ ass on the spam
like bro, what the f+ck is that?
and you don’t got a glock, so why the f+ck you thinkin’ you bustin’ back?
cookin’ that oven act’
why the f+ck did you think that she loyal? she shakin’ that f+ckin’ ass
dumbass n+gga, i’m throwin’ in energy luber
they say i’m a god, they know i’m a trooper
these n+ggas be b+tches, goofy goober
my n+gga, what the f+ck rhyme with goober?
haha, i don’t even know, man
i take me a xan and i throw up
why this b+tch keep on thinkin’ that i’m her friend?
what the f+ck do i look like, [?]
i hit that lil’ b+tch from the back and her nose up
got celibacy? b+tch, i’m givin’ no f+cks
how the f+ck you posted with that glock, you dead, b+tch, sh+t got no luck
[interlude]
y’all need to stop sleepin’ on my n+gga chris, that n+gga be goin’ dummy, bruh
that man yvngxchris really out here, bruh, stop f+ckin’ with that n+gga yvngxchris, 2021
y’all better stop sleepin’ on that boy yvngxchris, y’all know he takin’ over

[verse 2]
yeah, yeah, yeah, my n+gga, you trippin’
i’m sippin’ on tech, b+tch, this not lipton
they callin’ me jaden, i stay with a smith &
i seen that lil’ b+tch and i might put my d+ck in
erase that n+gga like my name finlince!
not cuffin’ no b+tch, i’m keepin’ my distance
i’m finna f+ck on that lil’ bitty b+tch today, go to the next one
’cause you know that a n+gga ain’t worried ’bout these b+tches
kankan, i’ma beat women
b+tch, i just got a brand new h+llcat (f+ck), i left my keys in it
and i just f+cked a seventy+six year+old granny like b. simmons
i tried to put my d+ck up in her p+ssy, but i can’t get hard, my meat trippin’
d+mn, i got erectile dysfunction
she make her head blow like concussion
i make a (+pptt+) like a whoopie cushion
her p+ssy deep, i’ma put my foot in (may i switch the flow, if y’all don’t mind?)
my glock is a thot, it’s gon’ f+ck you and your homie
lil’ b+tch, i’ma chef it, no f+ckin’ ravioli
i’m finna f+ck on this b+tch for a godd+mn night, then i’m passin’ her to my homie
d+mn, i slide with the choppa, i showed ’em my blue face, i had the ho sayin’, “holy moly”
d+mn, got two twin glocks, not talkin’ bout zack and cody, finna aim at him, mr. moseby
okay, that n+gga said that he had me with the b+tches, i swear to god, these ho’s ugly
d+mn, and i’m finna blow me a bag on this b+tch, so i’m finna be mad if she don’t f+ck
b+tch, i know that my d+ck a lil’ short, but that sh+t really [?], i don’t even know much
yeah, and i got a feet fetish, so i’m not finna f+ck on a ho if her feet is ugly
d+mn, yvngxchris too nice with the ho’s, i can’t even think of a b+tch who don’t love me



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