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yung noog - peach ring$ lyrics
(yung noog)
f-ckin these hoes
you know how it go
i be in the bandeau
wit the blow for the low
man these b-tches wanna go
but they know i gotta show
so i p-ssed em off to mo
now they all off the snow
ex girl call my phone
and i said nono
i only hit it once
and not no mo
money moves like a chauffeur
i smoked her
now i’m on the beach smokin tree in my loafers
will and i?
we got zips
nut on her lips and then we finna dip
we always get the nut
no ifs ands or buts
if she finna test her luck
then i’m pullin out my tuck
that’s that
shoutout my boy matt
my new weed slap
and that is no cap
but i can’t be talkin cr-p
and i’m always staying strapped
so it’s never a surprise when ya boy gettin clapped
you a snitch
f-ck you b-tch
come and suck this d-ck
cuz that p-ssy smell like fish
but i’m back wit a hit
like my name is bennett
met a bad b-tch and you know i gotta f-ckin hit
(lami)
and im finally in the booth
pullin up fresh as h-ll might think im produce
with the squad and you know we be flexin
oh thats your b-tch? its me she textin
but she taste like some sauerkraut
so loose and dry you would think that b-tch had a drought
she give you top?
no doubt, you know she be suckin d-ck just for the clout
went commando intentions that shes gonna blow
8 inches deep think im hittin on her neck bone
this d-ck she can’t handle
hit that b-tch once walked out in my sandals
she tryna start a scandal
left that p-ssy dead thought i had to light a candle
in the park
i left my mark
put a blanket down but we end up in the bark
she had slumped
-ss plump
rich in real life b-tches think im donald trump
added me on snap think im finna hit that rump
chillin upstairs and her parents feel a thump
(paying4head)
dirty money
blue hunnids
coupe runnin
you frontin
all gold rings and im drippin like an icicle
f-ck a pinky ring i keep the ice on my bicycle
b-tch
back on the mic man its been a f-ckin minute
hop out the foreign car you know my windows tinted
i kick it
i miss it
but just let me finish
pockets all green i gotta get to the spinach
no dip no dressin
just a little bit of flexin
this ice the best
im not even tryin and she call me the best
whats next? the moon
saint laurent on my shoes
only hit it once
but im callin it two
straight to voicemail and she callin me soon
f-ck a wrist flex i keep the watch on my shoe
b-tch
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