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yuck (freestyle) - joell ortiz lyrics

[verse: joell ortiz]
let the yaowa get a lil bit, not a lungy, just a lil spit
you don’t want it doggy, old kibble b-tch!
new york n-gga ’til my ligaments is sittin’ 6 feet
under the pavement i was runnin’ from how i did this sh-t!
yugh! i’m so nasty it’s disgusting
broads dashin’ to my car so a kardashian is nothing…
ha, i get a kick out of kickin’ the truth
kick rocks, these shoes get kicked off when i get in this booth
yugh! man i could play when i get up
you kevin hart’n it, “the way i got my bank account set up…”
don’t need a fancy stylist to come lace my outfit up
clean t, rough jeans and my j’s peek out the cuffs
yugh! i got my city on my fitty
the new era’s doin’ snaps i’m still fifty nine fitty
might look alone but i carry some’n with me that’ll
throw shots, like mariah carey did with nicki…
yugh! when i was young i couldn’t ball at all
now these models never leave me hangin’ they l!ck b-lls and all…
yeah that’s a 10-4 copy
wayne, 2 big chainz and one big — papi!

- joell ortiz lyrics

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