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milkshakes - yng martyr lyrics

[chorus]
my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
and they’re like, “it’s better than yours”
d*mn right, it’s better than yours
i can teach you, but i have to* have to*
*milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
and they’re like, “it’s better than yours”
d*mn right, it’s better than yours
i can teach you, but i have to* have to*

[verse 1: yng martyr]
d*mn right, my b*tch is better than yours (uh*huh)
i got a car that go so hard, that i could rent it to y’all
there ain’t no p*ssy here among us, but there’s vents in the doors (uh*huh)
the way my bank account be moving, got me checking the forbеs (eugh)
this ain’t a trap house, p*ssy, this my momma crib
had to circumcise the bеat, the way we choppin’ it
i got a white b*tch with a chopper on some other sh*t
told me she from britain in this b*tch, she mary poppin’ it (innit)
(uhh) it’s very obvious (uh*huh)
vv’s on my wrist, up in this b*tch, i’m very prominent
black and silent b*tch, she in the crib, it’s very dominant
that bullet graze his head, it made him look like harry potter did (uhh)
yeah, now she gettin’ it hard
she a whole foods shawty, she like gettin’ it raw
there’s no mistake here, baby, know i’m bettin’ it all
you want a milkshake, shawty, better come to the yard, eugh
[chorus]
my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
and they’re like, “it’s better than yours”
d*mn right, it’s better than yours
i can teach you, but i have to* have to*
*milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
and they’re like, “it’s better than yours”
d*mn right, it’s better than yours
i can teach you, but i have to

[verse 2: yng martyr]
tell a p*ssy, tap in with me like a cl*toris (yeah)
i’m really 6’6″, standin’ on my business
i scissor kick sh*t, ibrahimović
and yeah, i got a lisp in this b*tch, it’s very sibilant
ahhh, sh*t, shawty, i got rich d*ck
i’mma do my 1040 while i hit this
way she ridin’ all fours, it’s a stick shift (vroom)
and she said, “it’s all yours, here’s the pink slip”
ahh, god d*mn, baby, god d*mn (woah)
way the box grippin’ on it, got me locked in (huh)
way she rocked on the dennis, call me rodman
say she wanted one dance, god’s plan
mmh, shawty got me going la*la
i’m pokin’ face in the p*ssy like i’m gaga
i do my dance in this b*tch, i hit the cha*cha
now she callin’ out my name
(martyr)
[chorus]
my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
and they’re like, “it’s better than yours”
d*mn right, it’s better than yours
i can teach you, but i have to* have to*
milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
and they’re like, “it’s better than yours”
d*mn right, it’s better than yours
i can teach you, but i have to* have to*

- yng martyr lyrics

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