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wytb - lyyrik lyrics

[intro: logsohbk]
you are a b*tch
you are a b*tch
she is my twin, we goin’ in

[chorus: logsohbk]
let me slide to the function, i never got time for a little hoe or b*tch
these n*ggas been talkin’ that sh*t on the net, but in real life they never standin’ on sh*t
who is that b*tch? let me start a high
who is that b*tch? let me start a high
we talkin’ bout money b*tch i’m in here
i been gettin’ my guap and my hunnids in
show up and show out at your party b*tch
yeah a n*gga like me i put [???]
f*ck is that lil n*gga talkin’ bout?
someone tell that boy go shut his f*ckin’ mouth
the f*ck is that lil n*gga talkin’ bout?
we gon’ pull up with shooters, we gun him down
i’m the king of this sh*t, b*tch you is a clown
ima show you thеse bullets, thesе f*ckin’ rounds

[verse 1: lyyrik]
girl
like what is you talkin’ bout?
i went to the bank and i just took a hunnid out
diamonds on my neck, you know i’m finna show it out
cash, right
wake up, and i’m counting blue faces
my gun don’t care, it don’t care about races
i wanna know, hoe
what is you talkin’ bout?
you cannot see that, lil hoe we not talkin’ now
went on a date and i took her to taco bell
better not play, or you’ll catch some taco sh*lls
haters on d*ck, and i tell ’em to go to h*ll
she told me to slide, i was like bet
what, yeah, cause she h*lla bad
she sellin’ her body online, cause i know she don’t got a dad
[bridge: logsohbk]
i’m tryna understand the past
sing with your b*tch, i might go run it back
never gave a little f*ck about hoes
never gave a single f*ck about you
ima up fire on a b*tch, woah woah
tryna get a bag, oh sh*t, oh yeah
gotta [???], we gon’ put him in a split, don’t wanna see a n*gga face no more

[verse 2: logsohbk]
let me link with the squad, got a brand new b*tch
ima have to go slide, get a [???]
why these n*ggas outside tryna slide, to or from
ima hop in the lamb chop, b*tch, too slow
big l o g on the beat, ain’t no stoppin it
who is that n*gga tryna creep, we gon’ run this b*tch
never pull up on the guys, cause we run this sh*t
slide and get sent to the sky, ain’t no holdin’ it
who is that b*tch? ima have to go slime him out
never gave one little f*ck about pressin’ no

[verse 3: lyyrik]
me and log, run it up in the stu’
i f*cked a asian hoe, d*ck know kung fu
spin yo block, i feel like ballerina
i dump the mag, make you run like a cheetah
she blow my d*ck, so i call her katrina
yeah, i call her katrina
[chorus: logsohbk]
let me slide to the function, i promise i never got time for a little hoe or b*tch
these n*ggas been talkin’ that sh*t on the net, but in real life they never standin’ on sh*t
who is that b*tch? let me start a high
who is that b*tch? let me start a high
we talkin’ bout money b*tch i’m in here
i been gettin’ my guap and my hunnids in
show up and show out at your party b*tch
yeah a n*gga like me i put [???]
f*ck is that lil n*gga talkin’ bout?
someone tell that boy go shut his f*ckin’ mouth
the f*ck is that lil n*gga talkin’ bout?
we gon’ pull up with shooters, we gun him down
i’m the king of this sh*t, b*tch you is a clown
ima show you these bullets, these f*ckin’ rounds

- lyyrik lyrics

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