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babychino - 23 (chopnotslop remix) كلمات الأغنية

[chorus: yung bambi]
23, b_tch, hit that joint and fade away (that fadeaway)
y’all b_tch hit the party throwin’ ass, so when she shakin’ cake? (b_tch, now on my face)
i might smash and pass up with yo’ b_tch, there ain’t no other way (no other way)
lil’ spanish mama rode my sh_t, she make it ándale (ánda—ánda—ánda—)
cartier my frames, lil’ n_gga b_tch, i feel like john lennon

[intro: yung bambi]
d_mn, sh_t, bro
ayy, man, my n_gga 8mc snapped on this jaunt, you know what i’m saying, man
bambi sh_t, you know what i’m saying, texas sh_t, man (ayy)
san antonio sh_t, man (aw), you know what i’m saying (ayy), midnight, b_tch (chino

[chorus: yung bambi]
23, b_tch, hit that joint and fade away (that fadeaway)
y’all b_tch hit the party throwin’ ass, so when she shakin’ c—
i might—i might smash and pass up with yo’ b_tch, there ain’t no other way (no other way)
lil’ spanish mama rode my sh_t, she—sh_t, she make it ándale (ánda—ánda—ánda—)
cartier my frames, lil’ n_gga b_tch, i feel like john—
now we—now we at the saint, lil’ n_gga b_tch, i keep my arms ready (arms ready)
molly in my system, b_tch, so yeah, this feel like straight heaven (straight heaven)
y’all b_tch hit my phone, she wanna f_ck on me 24/7—

[verse 1: yung bambi]
nah, we—nah, we
same thing, you don’t speak my language (h_ll nah)
crying to yo’ b_tch, lil’ n_gga, why you on that lame sh_t? (that what?)
lookin’ like a b_tch, lil’ n_gga, and you on that same sh_t (lookin’ like a what?)
she suckin’ on my d_ck, lil’ n_gga (hold on), hold on (hold on), that’s yo’ main b_tch (hold on, hold on, hold on)
two twins, look like mary_kate, they wanna ride me just like that (just like that)
smokin’ on that mary jane, you smokin’—smokin’—smokin’ gas (smokin’ gas)
[?] like kurt cobain [?], texas n_gga sippin’ act’ (sippin’ act’)
p_ssy feel like straight cocaine, know i love when i’m hittin’ that (hold on)
that b_tch love to kiss and tell, so nah_ah, i can’t f_ck with that (nah, nah)
i know yo’ b_tch, d_mn, wish her well, ah_ah_ah, know you missin’ that (ah_ah)
suck my d_ck then roll a blunt, uh_uh, n_gga, you kissin’ that (uh_uh)
i know you feelin’ lonely but nah, you can’t get yo’ b_tch back (uh_uh)

[chorus: yung bambi & f_kkit]
23, b_tch, hit that joint and fade away (that fadeaway)
y’all b_tch hit the party throwin’ ass, so when she shakin’ cake? (b_tch, now on my face)
i might smash and pass up with yo’ b_tch, there ain’t no other wa—
lil’—lil’ spanish mama rode my sh_t, she make it ándale (ánda—ánda—ánda—)
cartier my frames, lil’ n_gga b_tch, i feel like john—
now we—now we at the saint, lil’ n_gga b_tch, i keep my arms ready (arms ready)
molly in my system, b_tch, so yeah, this feel like straight heaven (straight heaven)
y’all b_tch hit my phone, she wanna f_ck on me 24/7 (wait, what? uh)

[verse 2: f_kkit]
i’m with the mob, b_tch, you heard we paint houses (yeah)
you in the trap, that’s a hole filled with mouses (uh_huh)
i’m with the mob, b_tch, you heard we paint houses (yeah)
you in the trap, that’s a hole filled with mouses (uh_huh)
i’m with the mob, b_tch, you heard we paint houses (yeah)
you in the trap, that’s a hole filled with mouses (uh_huh)
most of your favorite rappers live unconscious (yeah)
hop on the d_ck like kangaroo_filled pouches (true)
maybe i’m with the sh_ts, maybe not (yeah)
so test me up in the pit, never stop (go)
yo’ baby gon’ take a risk for the c_ck (let’s go)
and lately i empty d_ck in her mouth (let’s go, let’s go)
scope out the area, lookin’ for bts
i’m in the strip club, just spent three gs
you got a sprint phone, only hit 3g
f_ck did he sprint for? b_tch n_gga, eat these
bullets, shave you like mullets
see why they never f_ckin’ with me, f_ck it
i got some head to kick_in like a bucket
watch how i land a flip, you never stuck it
plays, i’m—plays, i’m—pay—pay
radiowaves get stuck in yo’ brain
shoot out the ring, it’s fire like kane
i heard a tire pop while switchin’ lanes
stop, nah—stop, nah—change—change
y’all finna flop, hm, never change
i’m at the top, yuh, like a brain
never went pop, nah, for the fame, uh (okay)

[chorus: yung bambi]
23, b_tch, hit that joint and fade awa—
y’all b_tch—y’all b_tch hit the party throwin’ ass, so when she shakin’ cake? (b_tch, now on my face)
i might smash and pass up with yo’ b_tch, there ain’t no other way (no other way)
lil’ spanish mama rode my sh_t, she make it ánda—
carti—cartier my frames, lil’ n_gga b_tch, i feel like john lennon (like john lennon)
now we at the saint, lil’ n_gga b_tch, i keep my arms ready (arms ready)
molly in my system, b_tch, so yeah, this feel like straight heaven (straight heaven)
y’all b_tch hit my phone, she wanna f_ck on me 24/7 (wait, what?)

- babychino

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