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lirik lagu king yella - the cardi b truth (offset diss)

king yella yeah i go hard on a b-tch
ford bet them b-tches really love my drip
walk up wit a b-tch break a b-tch i’m a pimp
n-ggas ain’t no sh-t, small fries
that’s a shrimp
big dog yella boy been a f-cking legend
shoot em in his face and send his dumb -ss to heaven
gang banging on the train n-gga since eleven, aye
back in 07, i was riding with the 7 aye
lit gong big dong n-ggas know the demo
pull up on your -ss big choppa like a lambo
have your -ss ducking real low like a lambo
stomp you in your mother f-cking face with my timbs on
b-tch i’m from chiraq, real gd, that’s a fact
n-gga want smoke, then you know i got straps
pull up on your block, glock, clock, pow, pow, bow
b-tch i’m the king, i’m the man in your town
f-cking on your b-tch and make her suck on my d-ck
n-ggas mad at me i spent like bucks on my wrist
shorty on my d-ck you know i’m f-cking your b-tch
took a picture with her, got the internet blazin’
shorty thick as h-ll, yes she wanna have my baby
born in 1990 but my money from the 80’s
driving in the foreigns and you know i love mercedes
thick b-tch cardi b wanna have my baby
suckin’ hennessy, p-ssy know i’m going crazy
f-ck the industry, rap game full of fugazi
n-ggas be running their mouth
n-ggas want clout
n-gga i’ll shoot you in your cap

f-cking your spouse
n-ggas go out, cha, cla, pow pa
fire every motherf-cker down on the block
skeeze gang ent block we run the whole city, aye
shorty on my d-ck yeah i bought the b-tch some t-tties aye
bought the b-tch some -ss, yeah you know i got a bag
foreigns back to back, did a hit up out the jag
hopped up out the jag then i’m waiting for the cab
waiting for the cab, cab pulled up d-mn
hopped up in that b-tch with a choppa like plowww
n-ggas know yella don’t play that sh-t
offset boy you better watch your b-tch
watch your b-tch boy she on my d-ck
tommy geez told me how he hit that sh-t
i don’t give a f-ck about no f-cking industry
you n-ggas in the industry, you n-ggas not street
yella boy really from the streets and i’m a g
b-tch i’m the chief but i’m not lil keef
big dog, big dog
ya’ll some small fries
you don’t want smoke boy we k!lled all your guys
insane esse shout out to the eyes
shorty on my d-ck i put my d-ck right on her thighs
b-tch i need a bag foreigns back to back skurrr
i don’t give a f-ck, yella boy with the sh-ts
hurricane wrist, i just bagged another brick
hurricane wrist, watch me take this n-gga b-tch
n-ggas mad at me saying yella why you do it?
i’m really in the streets, i ain’t f-cking with this music
i remember the first time i met you, you wasn’t on sh-t

had a fat -ss, tommy geez in the whip
‘maro skurr skurr riding through new york
tommy geez pulled out like a hundred bucks
my n-gga po tell me yella boy you the man
ever since that day i was f-cking with my mans

(spoken)

p-ssy -ss n-gga, ya’ll know what the f-ck going on n-gga
raa, raa raa ra
got the internet mad n-gga
clout chasing, clout chasing
f-ck ya’ll, ya’ll don’t know what the f-ck going on
n-ggas been on our d-ck n-gga
big gd sh-t n-gga
f-ck you talking about?
cardi know
who the f-ck
showed her the ropes to this sh-t n-gga
i guarded mother f-ckers
i protected mother f-ckers n-gga
f-ck ya’ll n-gga, whoever mad n-gga
f-ck the industry, b-tch

- lirik lagu king yella

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