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yung mavu - moët / visa كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
chu_chu_chuki got the sauce, b_tch

[verse 1]
tm’s on the feet, yeah, i made a big switch, but i still keep af 1’s and jordan’s
i went in london first time there
wa_was the first time that i f_cked on a foreign
said her deepthroat game was strong
how the_how the f_ck this b_tch still choking?
glad that the p_ssy was good, ’cause the way she talked out the head, lil’ shawty was jokin’
said she an introvert, but she let me up close from the moment her legs were open
n_gga i’m focussed, said i ain’t finishing first, so the b_tch n_gga better stop smokin’
n_gga, i’m chosen, rеally came out of the dirt and that’s why they call a boy “goldеn”
really got f_cked my corona, said i’ll slow down, but i’m still geting shows in poland
te_ten hoes in the lobby, sh_t like a hobby, just made a movie, christopher nolan
ma_made a b_tch sing like kelly rowland, she off the molly, shawty rollin’
and i got hot off harry potter, sh_t blew me up like j. k. rowling
and i got love for these hoes, but i know that my heart still frozen

[bridge]
keep the b_tch like mourinho, stuntin’ like evel knievel, put it in any position
n_gga’s like shaq, got the free_throw, miss me, just like the boys online trynna diss me
go down south on a b_tch, like texas, houston whitney, toxic brittney (just gotta be yo’self)
a n_gga wolrdwide, but i came from the ’60 (that’s just what i do)
(but f_ck what anybody says)
[switch_up]

[interlude]
back on my rap sh_t, rap sh_t
yeah
yeah

[verse 2]
louis belt on the jeans, but the sh_t’s still saggin’ (sh_t’s still sag)
bnb air night, twenty hoes, like i really just pick who the baddest (i really just pick)
trynna hit on the blunt, took the boy upstairs, i could tell she a savage (gucci bandana)
treat the b_tch like the queen in the sheets, then the hoe got scot like travis
pass that hoe to the bro like madden (it’s lit)
yeah, all of my n_ggas some players (n_ggas some players)
i’m smokin’ on purple, yellow track, yeah, i look like the lakers
i don’t see n0body else like us (nah)
how the f_ck could you claim you made it? (how the f_ck could you claim?)
stop hitting my mail, middlefinger to all these labels (f_ck)
i cut the bullsh_t off like a razor (cut, cut)
i shot the game like oh_so_hard, game in like a taser, just like a laser (be_be_be_bew)
i’m precise when it come to the paper (pow)
oh, you ain’t heard track number seven? it’s still bye_bye, see ya later (don’t play)
f_ck a hoe, it’s a profit if i would’ve saved her, yeah

[chorus]
they want all of me
i walk through the storm, so why hey stop me now?
it’s been hard for me to tell you how i feel, ’cause i know you’re scared to love
yeah, and it’s like every time i wake up in the mornin’
n_ggas already been plottin’ down on me
i realise that all that sh_t is not important
i keep my focus and protect my energy

- yung mavu

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