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yung swiss – f.u.t.c كلمات اغاني

[hook]
call all the hommies
call all the broads
i got some liquor
order some more
what else we need? maybe some trees
b-mping my sh-t at the party
f-ck up the crib
f-ck up the crib
f-ck up the crib
f-ck up the crib
f-ck up the crib
f-ck up the crib

f-ck up the crib

[verse 1]
hit up my homies
they know w-ssup
asked them if they tryna kick it tonight and they told “why not?”
so i call em hunnies
they excited as f-ck
they say they ain’t got a ride, so i told em i’m sending the truck
these b-tches is generous
and that’s with the p-ssy [?]
this sh-t could get scandalous
her bf is tripping but he ain’t gon’ say sh-t
he know he can’t handle us
yeah he know he can’t handle us
cause my n-gg-s is dangerous
yeah my homies is murderers
standing on the couch while i’m spilling cranberry on these hoes, like “my bad”
it’s rose city n-gg-, so you know i gotta live fresh all day, godd-mn
pillow fight then i gotta beat the p-ssy up, tell those b-tches “don’t fight fare”
shawty wanna talk about love, but that sh-t so last year

[verse 2]
these hoes ain’t tripping, they swallow
cause they know i’m david genero
i keep trill like my negro
mafia music, fuego
and no we don’t ball on the budget
i need more ice in my bucket
we had them shook but i love it
and then i came back with that [?]
hommies be thinking i’m bhuda
[?]
what you know about ridin’ round in the hood with [?]
hommie was broke but you know they had b-tches like zuma
y’all could be smelling like fishes, plural
i tried to tell em my n-gg-
but they wouldn’t listen my n-gg-
met at the club and i sent em my sh-t
but ain’t none of these n-gg-s got back to me, sh-t
but, never mind that
f-ck the nonsense
i’ma do me, masturbation
now we in the building
f-ck a n-gg- feelings
i know they gon’get it, they gon’ f-cking feel it
i say xikwembu, look what you did to me!
don’t give a f-ck, my hommies are celibate
i’ve been a west n-gg-, homies is feeling it
cause i put em up on that real sh-t

[hook]
(now what you gon’ do?
call all the hommies
(what you gon’ do?)
call all the broads
(man what you got?)
i got some liquor
(that’s not enough)
order some more
(there’s something missing)
what else we need?
(we need some trees, yeah)
maybe some trees
b-mping my sh-t at the party
(yah, yah, yah)
f-ck up the crib
f-ck up the crib
f-ck up the crib
(f-ck up the crib with my n-gg-s)
f-ck up the crib
f-ck up the crib
(yung swiss n-gg-)
f-ck up the crib

- yung swiss

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