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skype type beat (feat. king kurt raps) - ykk lyrics

[verse 1 (ykk)]
hey
b*tch i’m really boutta blow all my money and make it back with interest
now my neck got a hundred i got more on the wrist b*tch
know that my bank account lookin like a ritz chip
back of the tour bus i’m boolin out with miss frizz
lemme just talk my sh*t
tell me what you know about it
these b*tches outdated jowett
neck is so froze super suit the outfit
all in designer i feel like ben i’m drowning
poppin my collar like mafia
counting blue hundred f*ck washingtons
word to jack harlow what’s popping bruh
driving a rari no dodge pickup
b*tch i’m high and mighty like the grand zenos
i took your b*tch hit once then i’m out silento
they get left in thе dust like panasonic 3do
like auta magetta thеse b*tches got weak egos
[verse 2 (king kurt raps)]
burn sh*t k!ll people f*ck school
why’d you slap my ass
got sick flow but they still can’t stop me
raps so sick i feel like itachi
sharingan couldn’t copy
hoes giving me sloppy
i’ve been moving my bands without a tour bus
say who is the best rest assure us
time to make it no cone up
b*tch i’ll write till the suns up
phone ringing yeah what’s up
hey what’s up (supa)
i’ve been taking breaks but i ain’t gone for good
i’ve been making mistakes just to polish my wood
but i was feeling so stupid
till i went back to music
got this feeling can’t lose it
won’t be stuck in a cube and
now my blunts are all cuban
fire yk produce it
all my dreams are so lucid
but everyday i still wake up
2 years is a long time to make up
but this musics all sh*t
f*ck
(i heard f*ck and i was just so thrown off)
(f*ck)

- ykk lyrics

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