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yung pablo – cocaine كلمات اغاني

[verse 1: yung pablo]

pablo, too paid
n-ggas trying to k!ll me everyday
only 15 in the rap game
trying to get it out there, my name
got bad b-tches on their knees
f-cking me, cause i please
i’mma sell out all my f-cking shows
popping bottles with these hoes
i f-ck more b-tches than charlie sheen
look into my wallet, all i see is green
wolf pack gang will never die
i’m a f-cking chemist, bill nye
make exotic sh-t, cocaine
this trap sh-t ain’t no game
illuminati sponsors me
i only smoke the finest tree
find me trapping at toys r’ us
selling rocks by the bus
fine b-tches be giving me head
f-cking them on my water bed
got my main n-gga lul kwak
rhymes so dope you’ll be in shock
smoke a million dollar hookah
i’m a limited edition p-ssy trooper
may have a sh-tty sprint iphone
f-ck with me, get one to the dome
out in aspen, skate my janoski’s
ride ’til death with my fat n-gga oski
f-ck you up like my mans rocky
that way you won’t feel so talky
may still be in high school
get your b-tch wet like a pool
step to me, might get hit by a bat
cause that’s how we treat rats
catch me stunning in my lambo
urban n-gga rambo
we running the dmv
you ain’t get p-ssy to my degree
i’m a trapaholic
hotboxing with the best chronic
so much money, call me bill gates
i’m batman with a gucci cape
wolf pack rocking like kkk
i’m like diddy getting paid
wolf pack repping b-tch mob
with all this money, won’t need a job
f-ck a b-tch in her face
that’s how we say grace
see me at your local strip club
got so many diamonds, i could fill a tub
i ain’t gonna sell out like all these punks
put my cash in my ferrari trunk
kwak and oski my n-ggas ’til death
we sell everything from c0ke to meth
got more haters than a german kraut
so f-ck this song, i’m out

[intro to verse 2: lul kwak, conversing with yung pablo and oscar da prophet]

lul kwak, back in the “boof”
this is like his third attempt
it’s a “boof” n-gga, shut up
[yp: “it’s a room n-gga, shut up”]
it’s a boof n-gga, a boof
it’s a boof n-gga, it is a boof
my boof!
[odp: “record n-gga, shut up”]
i am recording, shut up, b-tch n-gga
[odp: “you never kissed a girl, shut up”]
n-gga, your mom is a b-tch
tiffany broke up with you on facebook
here we go n-gga

[verse 2: lul kwak]
cocaine, rocking one chain
try to jock me, catch a bullet to the brain
y’all b-tch -ss rappers all sound the same
but lul kwak’s about to change the f-cking game
crush my kush, fill my cigarillo
light it up, now i’m high, hey, h-llo
eyes so red, but i’m calmed down, mellow
got the munchies, cake and jello
open the laptop, twitter and p-rnhub
beat my d-ck because girls give me no love
kinda want s-x, but i want a back rub
by that, i mean i want my d-ck tugged
take you down to the joy division
take your panties off, it’s leg division
making your p-ssy wet shouldn’t even be a mission
but if i don’t get to hit it, then you’re gonna go missin’

[verse 3: oscar da prophet]

uhh, oscar da prophet on this beat
you feel me?
it’s the epic sh-t
yung pablo, lul kwak, last verse
i got punched for your sins
you feel me?
the prophet, let’s go

oscar da prophet, too paid
b-tches trying to f-ck me everyday
she swallow my kids, she do what i say
she wet like the chesapeake bay
op repping the dmv
ain’t never seen a n-gga this icy
i rape a ho, she feisty
she say my d-ck so spicy
she grabbing my d-ck like a microphone
while i call another b-tch on my iphone
she sucking on my d-ck, she give me dome
yung incognito on google chrome
da prophet blowing h-lla smoke
i p-ss that blunt while i snort this c0ke
count this cash while y’all are broke
stuff it down her throat, ’til she choke
riding around my ferrari
got jungle fever, safari
i run you over, i ain’t sorry
she saying i’m the father on maury
this lurk gang, n-gga, i lurk a b-tch
me commenting, like all her pics
i f-ck her and she change her pitch
she on my nuts like a jock itch
oscar da prophet k!lling this beat
b-tch rub my d-ck, with your feet
i’m f-cking her, missionary in the back seat
i’m done with her p-ssy, her p-ssy beat
got so much cash, i could buy venus
got your b-tch on my p-n-s
got a pretty huge d-ck, i’m a f-cking g*nius
i’m da prophet, n-gga, f-ck jesus

- yung pablo

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