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yung flex - virulence كلمات أغنية

[intro]
evil

[verse 1: yung flex]
that sh_t you p_ssed ’bout, sh_t, i prolly did it
talk, i bet that glock gon’ make your jaw lock like it’s molly in it
we ain’t hardly start, you think this hard, but, b_tch, i’m hardly spittin’
ball like i’m john wall, i need that money tall as scottie pippen, like, ugh
he can’t take it, but that b_tch can dish it
.223, that brand new arp, and this sh_t mint condition
pull up to your house, and air it out like ain’t no windows in it
nine straight to his jaw, like, f_ck the law, nah, they can’t f_ckin’ pin it
n_ggas must be paralyzed if they ain’t feelin’ me
half these n_ggas rappin’ parasites, like, where the guillotines?
motherf_cker, your squad, get right with god, ’cause, b_tch, y’all finna meet
i be goin’ hard, these n_ggas soft, can’t match my energy
like, c’mon, come tеst my gangsta, b_tch
bronem cuttin’ up, i’m in a cut just like a razor, b_tch
up that flame and torch him, brand nеw forces, can’t even chase the b_tch
violence, i endorse it, use his blood and sh_t to chase the fifth

[verse 2: blckk]
(yeah) yeah, uh
feature price gon’ match how much it take to get me bags, you b_tch
y’all can tell what i got on without no f_ckin’ tags, you b_tch (yeah)
put that boy inside a f_ckin’ box and let him catch me, b_tch (yeah, yeah, woah, yeah, yeah)
and y’all can’t pass me, b_tch, i wake up, do my print, and homeboy never catch you trashin’ sh_t (yeah, bap, yeah, yeah, yeah)
yeah, you need some practice, b_tch
been ’round where you stayin’, smoke that block out like a magic trick (yeah, yeah, yeah)
yeah, f_ck no, ain’t no touchin’ me (b_tch(
keep on pushin’ in
f_ckin’ f_ggots, you can’t f_ck with me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
ask about who see me, post up, dnd (yeah)
on that sh_t you built and prolly live for, this sh_t ain’t with me (woah, woah)
got too much hate inside my f_ckin’ soul
bet you all that talkin’ ’bout me, prolly take his f_ckin’ tongue (yeah, yeah)
i hope you got barricades, you p_ssy (bow, bow)
ayy, i’m f_ckin’ cold
and i talk that sh_t until i’m dead, until my pockets full (yeah)
[outro]
evil

- yung flex

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