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sadfriendd - yuki كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
“yuki”
yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 1: sadfriendd]
punchin that b_tch til the side of my fist hurt
f_ckin yo b_tch ima flex til my d_ck hurt
i play with the kitty cause it don’t got whiskers
hit from the back on yo b_tch i won’t kiss her
beat the b_tch down and then i gotta diss her
gold on my neck like it came from the p_sser
if i’m with his b_tch then he out of the picture
um, h_llo
shawty play my d_ck like a cello
made her ass shake like motherf_ckin jello
pull up on a n_gga i’ma shoot like melo
h_llo, i got the hoes you f_ckin fell off
shawty wanna see my bust down
come to the crib and the b_tch wanna f_ck now
i’ma takе the b_tch to the back of the bus now
huh, wait, whеre did the beat go

[verse 2: sadfriendd]
walk in this bih like i’m danny devito
i give her the d_ck now she singing the c note
run with the bread like a f_ckin casino
i came with a stick you could call me pacino
wait, i’m pulling out my d_ck she like oh my god
huh, shawty wanna suck (?)
wait, b_tch get down do your f_ckin job
wait, think my pockets gettin fat like a f_ckin sloth
wait, b_tch shut the f_ck up hoe
wait, you f_cked up my flow
walked in this b_tch and i came with a pole
i heat that boy up like a muhf_ckin stove
how yo b_tch choke on my d_ck in her thoat
i’m f_cking yo b_tch mane ain’t takin it well
and after the party that b_tch doing coke
wait, do he want some smoke?
[verse 3: lil kapow]
woah, i heard he was broke
boo, i just pulled up in a ghost
b_tch i want head you can keep your legs closed
i got four phones but don’t f_cking call me
your homie is dead next door can’t solve it
i popped two percs and i look like stephen hawkings
hit a n_gga hard with a stick i’m playing hockey
oh my god this sh_t so f_ckin easy

[verse 4: lil kapow]
hi there, b_tch i’m your worse f_cking nightmare
i got a new whip and it came with a ipad
someone’s daughter keeps l!cking my eye tats
her friend giving head while i’m drinkin and drivin
the cops don’t like me i’m known to get violent
i get so high the army said you can’t fly here
i got more hoes than a n_gga with a white beard
hit it from the back take pics like i’m s_xy and
um, everything i do is irregular
this b_tch giving head like way ahead of schedule
wake up to the money everyday i feel incredible
you smell broke, b_tch i can’t even stand next to you
thumbin on a m_th_f_ckin system dewey decimal
if that’s yo main b_tch then why she playin with my t_st_cl_s
i really only f_ck with my myself i’m autos_xual
i’m better than, wait is the f_cking song over
i said i’m better than oj simpson hiding evidence
i don’t give a f_ck i’ll sell crack to a pregnant b_tch
shawty had to leave you for me she need a better d_ck
he lost the scholarship when i shot him in his letterman
uh, what the f_ck

- sadfriendd

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