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lirik lagu superbad – yng martyr

[chorus]
uh*huh, uh ha ha ha ha
balmain sweater, new jeans, might tuck
uh*huh, uh ha ha ha ha
if you at the party, let’s hit, let’s f*ck
uh*huh, uh ha ha ha ha
knew your boyfriend was a b*tch, that’s tough
uh*huh, uh ha ha ha ha
if you at the party, let’s hit, let’s f*ck

[verse 1]
i’m tryna get a bag and run it like nikola for the nuggets
i’m a big goat, big jumper, i’m from the three
she a super bad stunner, who tell me she that mclovin’
how i’m awkward and i’m shy, i’m kinda like michael c
tryna tell em’ easy, like ease off baby, i need my cheese
i’ll f*ckin’ talk to you later if you really wanna speak, uh
if you got the piece motherf*cker, they call police
like, “the swoop*swoop comin'”, i need’a motherf*ckin’ leave, uh
walkin’ with that talk and drippin’ sauce
and my brother grab that gun and squeeze like he alec baldwin it
uh, how you p*ssies gonna talk, when ya pushin’ 44 like, it’s p
bro, you are balding (oh my god, ay)
i’m at the studio and grindin’ to 12
higher than h*ll, while she grippin’, tryna grind on my belt
i told the label throw some millies if i’m signing a deal
and i don’t even think i’m tryna sell for real, b*tch, uh*huh
[chorus]
uh*huh, uh ha ha ha ha
balmain sweater, new jeans, might tuck
uh*huh, uh ha ha ha ha
if you at the party, let’s hit, let’s f*ck
uh*huh, uh ha ha ha ha
knew your boyfriend was a b*tch, that’s tough
uh*huh, uh ha ha ha ha
if you at the party, let’s hit, let’s f*ck
uh*huh, uh ha ha ha ha
balmain sweater, new jeans, might tuck
uh*huh, uh ha ha ha ha
if you at the party, let’s hit, let’s f*ck
uh*huh, uh ha ha ha ha
knew your boyfriend was a b*tch, that’s tough
uh*huh, uh ha ha ha ha
if you at the party, let’s hit, let’s f*ck

[verse 2]
i’m on some big leo da v’
my mona lisa is a bad b*tch rockin’ a tee with nipples peaked
i’m aladdin, i roll with them sheiks and rub the paint off
satin sittin’ on my sheets, the rappin’ paid off
i still spit with a lisp, i’m tryna spray y’all
rappers all 666, they money*made huh?
tell ’em they can suck my d*ck, i’m on the radar
and jim carrying that stick, it’ll rip ya face off
this is real life, not a movie scene
opposition pressed gettin’ stretched like luffy d
at the crib, with ya b*tch and my new tv
kickin’ up my feet, she like, “d*mn, you a size 14?”
i said, “yeah girl, of course”
she want me to tap, well i’m tryna learn morse
and her husband gettin’ mad, now she filin’ for divorce
but we laughin’ to the bank, like, ha uh ha
[chorus]
uh*huh, uh ha ha ha ha
balmain sweater, new jeans, might tuck
uh*huh, uh ha ha ha ha
if you at the party, let’s hit, let’s f*ck
uh*huh, uh ha ha ha ha
knew your boyfriend was a b*tch, that’s tough
uh*huh, uh ha ha ha ha
if you at the party, let’s hit, let’s f*ck
uh*huh, uh ha ha ha ha
balmain sweater, new jeans, might tuck
uh*huh, uh ha ha ha ha
if you at the party, let’s hit, let’s f*ck
uh*huh, uh ha ha ha ha
knew your boyfriend was a b*tch, that’s tough
uh*huh, uh ha ha ha ha
if you at the party, let’s hit, let’s f*ck

- yng martyr

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