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lirik lagu midas touch – yng tr!ss & jack donaldson

[intro: yng tr!ss]
yeah, i got the touch like midas
i got the sauce, you can’t drip like this
my b*tch a 10, your’s on some 5 sh*t
and i ignite the track, whenever i spit
you could pull up, to where i live
i don’t give a f*ck, cause you’ll die, b*tch
i’ll say it again, you can’t drip like this
and i got that gold touch on the track like midas

[verse 1: jack donaldson]
f*ck on that b*tch, give her midas touch, she makes money moves now
they don’t think i’m right, but i think it’s time to cool down
i be sipping hennessy, so b*tches think i’m cool now
drop top when i drive around town, hi b*tch
glock ‘9’s and ak’s on my person
run up on me, you just going to end up hurting
you think you sl!ck, but it sounds like you flirting
look like this boy’s blood’s going to end up on my curtain
b*tches out here throwing it back, and they twerking
on the instagram live, ho it’s really working
her hair be baby blue, and she be out here with birkins
goodnight, ’till it’s done, i might hit it while she working

[verse 2: yng tr!ss]
okay, throw that ass back, baby twerk, twerk, twerk
come on now, let me see that sh*t work
b*tch, i’m trying to f*ck, i ain’t really trying to flirt
you could get some bucks, if i get under that shirt
she so fine, yeah, that’s for sure
usually i don’t got time for none of these birds
but for you i’ll make exceptions
buss it open, yeah, she think that she’s in heaven, hey
[hook: yng tr!ss]
okay, throw that ass back, baby twerk, twerk, twerk
come on now, let me see that sh*t work
okay, throw that ass back, baby twerk, twerk, twerk
come on now, let me see that sh*t work

[verse 3: jack donaldson]
all these girls out here, like some big production
i be sipping lean, while these other dudes be f*cking
this my night and dice, so i don’t got be rushing
when i drop the pipe, all these b*tches get to blushing
she said i hit you? nah i think you need to drop that
i really love that girl, i think i need to wife that
she ain’t scared of no gun, she ain’t pull back
so i dropped down with that range, hit the climax
i need some more time before death
how all of a sudden that she became a contact?
hot guy in the air, you ain’t gon’ f*cking find it
now you want to talk, put all that sh*t behind it

[verse 4: yng tr!ss]
i be sipping lean, while these other b*tches f*cking
if you ain’t talking money, that’s the end of the discussion
you trying to f*ck with me? i’ll run up, and then we be bussing
and i just took your b*tch, and you know that we be f*cking
i be getting sh*t, while you just out getting nothing
i be getting bags, i ain’t talking bout no punching
i ain’t even need to work, i get paid, i ain’t punch in
and then i ate your girl’s p*ssy up like a luncheon
pull up with revolvers, huh, like a russian
and i ain’t finna wait for his ass, you know we rushing
yeah, i took your b*tch, huh, you know that she coming
huh, and we smashing, like a pumpkin
[outro: jack donaldson & yng tr!ss]
and i just want to die a f*cking rockstar
i want to f*ck madonna, is that too hard?
f*ck one, i’m geeking off of two bars
i’m in sp*ce, i’m on saturn, i’m too far

- yng trss jack donaldson

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