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lirik lagu jac0te! – fye!!!

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[intro]
yuh
bih’, bih’
yuh~yuh
yuh
bih’, bih’
yuh~yuh
yuh, yuh
bih’, bih’
yuh
yuh, yuh
bih’, bih’
yuh
yuh, yuh
bih’, bih’
yuh
(ayy, pipe up, hoodrixh)
[verse 1]
walk down, step on sh~t (yuh)
we playin’ it like fendi on fendi (yuh)
i been gettin’ this dough since a jit was a jit (yuh)
i got a redbone lil’ ho, she a big booty b~tch (yuh)
got a rick owens coat, i get fly as a b~tch (yuh)
and i’m smoking this dope, i get high as a b~tch (yuh)
and he flexin’ for hoes, he a lit (yuh)
and he think that he fire, gotta front him, and the boys ain’t on sh~t (yuh)
he got a fire, he say he gon’— (uh)
he got a fire, swear to god (uh), he gon’ buss’ (yuh, yuh)
pockets so fat, n~gga, like uncle ruckus (b~tch)
don’t play with this sh~t, n~gga, come with repercussions (yuh)
i heard a p~ssy n~gga talkin’ sh~t, so we flush him (yuh)
i’m smokin’ on gas, hot as h~ll, it’s musty (yuh)
mac~11 hang on my hip, i’m clutchin’ (yuh)
double cupped up, take a sip, that b~tch muddy (yuh)
stop reachin’ for dollars, b~tch, you not my buddy (yuh~yuh)
i up with the fire, turn that boy to a mummy (yuh~yuh)
i f~cked her, can’t wife, ’cause that ho was a dummy (yuh~yuh)
osama, f~ck, n~gga, i ain’t had no confetti (yuh~yuh)
he still ain’t got motion, that f~ck boy bummy (yuh~yuh)
my mans got riches, yo’ sh~t be abummy (yuh~yuh)
i’m f~ckin’ this b~tch, got my d~ck in her tummy (yuh~yuh)
i been catchin’ motion, and i’m eatin’ still when it’s sunny (yuh~yuh)
hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lemme pop my sh~t (ayy, yuh~yuh)
a young n~gga got motion, these hoes on my d~ck (ayy, yuh~yuh)
i get just like a skateboard, just got n~ggas fit (ayy, yuh~yuh)
if i wake up, don’t make no money, them i’m fit (ayy, yuh~yuh)
if i don’t give her d~ck, then she might throw a fit (ayy, yuh~yuh)
and i’m swervin’ too fast, i spilled drank on my fit (ayy, yuh~yuh)
got a freak ass lil’ b~tch, i might try and pop a tit (ayy, yuh~yuh)
i’m a dawg, if you play with this sh~t, you get bit (ayy, yuh~yuh)
[bridge]
yuh
bih’, bih’ (you know what i’m sayin’)
yuh
bih’, bih’ (big ‘c0te!, lil’ b~tch)
yuh, yuh (i go by jac0te!)
bih’, bih’ (or ‘c0te!, yuh)
yuh, yuh (y’all n~ggas know what up)
bih’, bih’ (f~ck that, man, get this sh~t—)
(ayy, pipe up, hoodrixh)

[verse 2]
yeah i f~ck with that b~tch, we be doin’ more than one
with the gang in this b~tch, we don’t do one~on~one (bih’, bih’)
show a band in this b~tch, you ain’t even seen one (yuh)
i been ballin’ on n~ggas, i might go d1 (yuh)
n~ggas p~ssy as f~ck, they might be one (yuh)
n~ggas p~ssy, they feed operators, i’ll pull up on your block, just like recon (bih’, bih’)
lil’ b~tch, you my son, i’ll treat you like leon
n~ggas my sons, wanna be what i be on (bih’, bih’, b~tch)
what a touchy ass boy, man, these n~ggas get tee’d on (yuh)
wanna battle my gang, well, lil’ b~tch, you get beat on (yuh, yuh, yuh)
if you act like a d~ck, like a d~ck, you get beat on (yuh, yuh)
i feel just like a trap star, like sh~t, i got three phones (yuh, yuh)
i’m tryna get rich and then buy mama three homes (yuh, yuh)
you know i’m a dawg, lil’ b~tch, i need three bones (yuh, yuh)
told that b~tch to pull up and get her lil’ freak on (yuh, yuh)
i’m rude as a b~tch, i put d~ck in her cheekbone (yuh, yuh)
i’m touchin’ a big ass stick, you got medium (yuh, yuh)
you get beat with my belt, like, these muh’f~ckas beamin’ (yuh, yuh)
i look up to myself, muh’f~ckas wanna be me (yuh, yuh)
i’m too cold with this sh~t, muh’f~ckas can’t see me (yuh)
i need me a bad b~tch with a big head, like riri (yuh)
i’m really puttin’ in work~work~work, like riri (yuh)
i’m smart as a b~tch, n~ggas just like kiki (yuh)
i’m hittin’ this b~tch, n~gga, her name titi
[outro]
yuh
yuh
bih’, bih’
yuh~yuh
yuh
yuh
(ayy, pipe up, lil’ hoodrixh) bih’, bih’
yuh
he got a fire, he say he gon’— (uh)
he got a fire, swear to god (uh), he gon’ buss’ (yuh)
pockets so fat, n~gga like uncle ruckus (b~tch)
don’t play with this sh~t, it come with repercussions (yuh)
i heard a n~gga talk sh~t, we flush him (yuh)
i’m smokin’ on gas, hot as h~ll, it’s musty (yuh)
mac~11 hang on my hip, i’m clutchin’ (yuh)
double cupped up, take a sip, it’s muddy (yuh)


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