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lirik lagu yolk – sb iv short

[intro:]
yo yo.. (yolk)
shoutouts my n-gga gwap (yolk)
he’s recording and sh-t..
uhh huh (yolk)

[verse 1:]
yo.. crack crack
throw eggs at ’em that’s.. (yolk)
watch ’em crack in half
what do you you have ? (yolk)
subtract then you add, just follow the math bro..
i know you thought that i was ’bout to say.. (yolk)
folk tales and folks smells under the oaths
cracked bells and crack sells, liberal hopes
watch ‘dem hoes fall
i throw it and burn the rope
n-ggas thinkin’ they sea me ?
i throw ’em under the boat
sailor mouth talkin’ ’bout sh-t ya’ inner thoughts would doubt
back it up, spit it out
fry ’em at the waffle house
get ’em off the grill
i’m ill, f-cking sickle cell
toss his -ss the bill
i’m hotter than brazil with cold chills
it’s gettin’ real
so my n-gga tellin’ me to get a record deal
now how the f-ck am i supposed to feel ?
when n-ggas would rather listen to lyrics with gimmicks
that ain’t vivid to their own memories
secretly you f-cking hate me but you say you’re feeling me
move ! i don’t spare time for frienemines
that’s okay, it’s rat poison in that yolk
bite my f-cking rhymes you find time and choke
now this is where the b-tches come in that didn’t show up
swearing that they know us
soon as we f-cking blow up
dope body, her curves swerve like coca cola
move b-tch you see i got the world on my shoulders !
never had a’s or b’s or a diploma
that’s why i like d’s on my girl when i hold her
it’s okay, i’ll let her cry
if i die
will i fry ?
i can see my f-cking s-m-n in her eyes
talkin’ ’bout my child, my boy, my only son
will i pull out when i c-m ?
when i see the demons coming will i f-ckin’ run ?
or will i sit ’em down and pour ’em up a gl-ss of rum ?
question.. who am i to you ?
and what am i to me ?
its simple, look in my eyes and you can see
hypocritical christians probably wouldn’t agree
i did more holy sh-t than gold on mr. t
shake ’em off, give ’em h-ll
as i’m spitting sh-lls
egging on the mossberg shottie my tongue dealt
gave her wet dreams
supplying a wishing well
it’s all because of verbs and words she couldn’t spell
that’s okay, its mac products in that yolk
rub it on ya’ face and swallow it down ya’ throat
tell me how it tastes then go and grab the remote
so i can fl!ck the channels while fl!cking this f-cking roach
i don’t brag much ’bout money, clothes, and hoes
but i can nag on ’bout f-gs, foes, and goals
n-ggas worship brands while struggling on parole
that’s pity in their souls
no motives or self control
(whoooaaaaaaa)
this n-gga dropping bombs b
old folks hear it, my rhymes just f-cking fine c ?
alphabetic disorder, you n-ggas so behind g
you can find waldo but you n-ggas can’t define me !
iced on ya’ -ss, get masked the way my lines ski
stick ’em up, rob ’em at the counter
go and pick some flowers for a half an hour
for his funeral i sniff the powder
9/11 bomb sh-t i split the f-cking towers (boooooooommmmmm)

[hook:]
inhale and exhale the smoke
watch n-ggas crack, that’s the yolk
lying ’bout financial bank statements but you’re broke
no bank accounts or large amounts
to me you’re just a joke
and it ain’t even april yet
so why you n-ggas claimin’ checks that you couldn’t get if you had bullets and tainted tecs ?
you ain’t robbers you slobbers that -n-lyze the mobsters
so spittin’ lies the only ties to emphasize ya’ posture

- sb iv short

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