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​giveaway - ​yuke Lyrics


By: Admin | Artist: Y yuke | Published: 2024-30-09T22:26:10:00+07:00
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[verse 1: yuke]
i’m mentally thrown, just look at my eyes
look at my eyes, no soul inside
trap at night, no soul in sight
hop on a [?] to peek through the site
n*ggas is slow so they gonna die
short*haired b*tch, she look like a dyk*
emo b*tch, she rockin’ the thighs
yee*hee on the block, no mike
n*gga got shot, the za’ don’t bite
actually it might ’cause zaza be laced
i f*ck on a ho, say a day is a day
i touch bread, we cannot relate
back of the plug, we use him as bait
got all the pounds, got all the shade
tall n*gga runnin’ yo’ sh*t and he take
crash*out dummy, yeah, i’ll beat your face
he ain’t really tryna die, okay?
i ain’t raw but he just gavе it away
f*ck n*gga knew to not be a snake
[?], it feel likе earthquake
you ain’t comin’ back, you get hit with this sh*t
practice the aim, make sure i can’t miss
reach in the bag, extended my clip
sit in that whip, now that boy is rich
scratch off, take that boy off the list
i don’t need pills to hit me a l!ck
twelve minutes over, you spendin’ ya sh*t
shots fired, got dead in ya sh*t
walked down to that deli and sh*t
f*ck all that talkin’, that shot goin’ in
n*ggas is shootin’ for angel and jinn (f*ck, f*ck, f*ck)
f*ck, we put his ass in a gym
walk downhill, see this sh*t in my hand
sh*t in my hand and we made n*ggas ran
[verse 2: kushbabykeys]
[?], that boy was laggin’, had to get him dropped
boy, they fanned out, come around and make they city hot
said i dress funny, b*tch, these balenciaga crocs
boy, you a apd, we know you was doin’ pleas with the cops
you was down bad without service, he had to use on my hotspot
i got a bad ho with a body, she got a whole lot of ass shots
i smoke my za’, b*tch, you know i gotta sprinkle a little bit of the crack rock
i got all these bands, i could f*ck a bae, i just got rich off a laptop


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