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till you come up - yung smiley lyrics

[intro]
sensei, i hate you
ay, f*ck you moon
piece of sh*t
pshh

[chorus]
got the racks in my hands
that boy broke, he a fan
cannot die of these hands
b*tch a feel like the man
pack that thong i’ma beat it up
thick white b*tch, yea she wanna f*ck
n*gga know yung smiley next up
you gotta stay down till you come up

[verse]
i woke up in saks, like, what the h*ll mate
this other pack, lil’ boy you can smell it
i walk with the glizzy looking for the relic
acting like hoes, why you n*ggas jealous
you hate your life, why you clone me
run off on my swag tryna be me
bum ass n*ggas still rock supreme
school visual comedy
no hoodie, that’s on me
b*tch i’m dripping like a f*cking sink
yo’ ho suck my d*ck on the first link
thought i wouldn’t shoot cause my hair pink
my shotty go (boom), when i hit the sink
pop a n*gga out, just incase he be
watch out with yo’ b*tch, it’s a green bean
got of a bean, i ain’t even sleep
[?]

i ran up ten bands, rolling of the xan
they said i can’t do it, b*tch i’m the man
[?], b*tch i don’t got a plan
all by myself, didn’t have a hand
i’mma stomp on that b*tch and n*gga you a fan
f*cked up in the crib, didn’t have a band
they said i be broke, n*gga i’d be dead
pull up to the city they know it’s yung smiley
i want a b*tch ass fat like kylie
[?], so don’t talk about riley
b*tch i woke up in [?], i woke up in saks
balenciaga copped this sh*t [?]
so if you get money, n*gga show your racks
gotta change on me, i’mma come back

[outro]
got the racks in my hands
that boy broke, he a fan
cannot die of these hands
b*tch a feel like the man
pack that thong i’ma beat it up
thick white b*tch, yea she wanna f*ck
n*gga know yung smiley next up
you gotta stay down till you come up

- yung smiley lyrics

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