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yolo cocaine gang - now the hate on you كلمات الأغنية

[intro: pac man]
it’s weezy ‘y’all
oh!
things escalated pretty quickly out here
oh sh-t
this beat was definitely made by a black woman
yo, i’m about to get on my freestyle bullsh-t
thug life
[verse 1: pac man]
i keep a b-tch at home
(at home)
i keep a b-tch in the car
(in the car)
i keep a chopper in the backseat
(backseat)
keep my b-tches at the bar
(at the bar)

[hook: pac man]
don’t f-ck with me
i f-ck with you
you smoke that weed
i smoke it too
don’t laugh at me
i laugh at you
you hate on n-ggas
now the hate on you

[verse 2: pac man]
hold the f-ck up sh-t face c-ck master mixtapes
we need to bring this sh-t the f-ck back
fo’ real, swear to god
ahhhhh!
oh sh-t
they really done brought it back
oh my god
this is a beautiful thing
pac-man
gobling b-lls
not giving a f-ck
selling adderalls
…at all
in the car
backseat
at the bar

[hook]

[verse 3: pac man]
i bought that b-tch a chopper
she named it nic’s d-ck
cus it’s big
and shoots fast
i last ten seconds in bed
with a b-tch and she only gave me head
i got aids

[hook]

[verse 4: pac man]
i hold that heat
cus i’m coming through with that heat
and smack that b-tch in the f-cking face!
call me scareface
just cus (snorting sound)
i’m so f-cking trippy call me tarzan

[hook]

[verse 5: yung whyte boi]
white power!
yeah, yeah
yeah, yo
turn the headphones up
it’s already automated?
alright, f-ck it
ugh
n-ggas in the mall
n-ggas in hot topic
skating in zumiez
f-ck a b-tch in her -ss
oh, b-tch

[hook]

[verse 6: yung whyte boi]
the n-ggers in africa
the n-ggers in compton
ugh, ugh, ugh
mental r-t-rdation
flow on this beat
skeet skeet in your face
eat meat
that’s a 10 inch sub n-gga
10 inch sub n-gga, oh
smoking 10 joints at a time
got no ligaments in my feet

[hook]

[verse 7: yung whyte boi]
oh, i’m a sh-tty rapper with no flow
representing the n-z- community
but i’m a negro
got no b-lls, but i’m balling like
michael jordan before he got aids, n-gga
got blunts the size of predator braids
i’m from the dirty south, so i drink that lean
public education, call me
mr. bean n-gga, ooh
ugly b-tches don’t have my level of swag
throw feces at your face
cover with the plastic bag, b-tch
i know i’m a n-gga, but i’m mad white
got ak’s in the bag of light

[outro: yung whyte boi]
i’m going to yo momma house
yeah, what a b-tch
i’m gonna f-ck your mom
f-ck your mom
f-ck your mom
with a hotdog

- yolo cocaine gang

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