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yung giraffe – nascar كلمات اغاني

nascar lyrics
[verse 1] [yung giraffe]
b_tch i pull up in a foreign not a drop
pull up with the smoke cause all my sh_t is finna pop
b_tch i’m flipping and rippin the beat
all the b_tches on me
cause i’m slipping and dipping and spilling and the tea

b_tch i’m riding the beat
like a boat in the sea
now we kick it but she get the block like a goalie
b_tch i swish it like kobe
explore the p_ssy like tomb raider like angelina jolie

now your b_tch call me
hitting up my line she know me
i don’t got the time got places to be
she wanna get the pipe but this d_ck ain’t free

b_tch i bring all of the heat like my starter was a charizard
songs is like a prison way i flow i go to bar to bar
life i live exotic b_tch i pull up in a foreign car
skrrt on a b_tch like some motherf_cking nascar

[verse 2] [yung patchode]
blocks be booming like a f_cking 808
b_tch got so much cake she could serve it on a plate
don’t go on a date man i always show up late
with a little itty bitty bit of fate and some hate
b_tches on me no matter the time
tell your b_tch to wait she scream and she whine
yeah i’m a g hit her behind
eat a b_tch out you know we finely dine

you know we finely dine
ice be on my wrist you know it gleam and it shine
rocks be on my watch you know i don’t got time
sipping on some wine while she giving me some mind

man your b_tch be kind of pricey
make her sing a little while i’m sipping on some hi_c
her neck be kind of spicy
swerving in the ghost she make it kind of dicey

[verse 3] [yung giraffe]
i been chilling on my breezy sh_t
pulling up, foreign tub, foreign b_tches, belly rubs
f_ck around waste money buy myself a fendi rug
gucci on my face f_ck better then your b_tch does

why your momma on my line bro
say she not gonna dig it but we all know you lying bro
with the big dogs now she f_cking with the lions bro
flexing with your guns but we all know you dumb broke
dumb hoe why you fight you be like gung ho
you are not a rapper your a b_tch with a lisp
you wanna pull up b_tch you finna get a fist
now your p_ssed in the back of a shed in a ditch

[verse 4] [yung patchode]
yung patchode is back on the track
call me berlin wall the way i’m stepping on these cracks
hit it so hard imma break your mama’s back
body like an hourglass booty like a snack

yeah we snacking all day
yeah we dancing ballet
she be shaking café
mr. clean got us cleaner than a f_ckin bidet

got the y to the g to the y to the p
b_tches squirting on me like they name is febreze
b_tches be complaining like they name is febreze
b_tches be lil like they name is febreze

in the vault like some cash
caught feelings gotta dash
you know how i’m feeling flash
brain so big ya know i gotta blast

- yung giraffe

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