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lirik lagu young yort - spirits in my coffee

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223’s hit ya f~cking face and knees
screaming f~ck the police
they ain’t doing sh~t for me
n~gga why you talking sh~t
got the choppa lemon squeeze
rolling out my bed is yo shawty she is into me
not feeling ya sympathy these hoes don’t want no chivalry
they just wanna come feel the d
so i let her come feel the d
got plenty artillery
we shooting sh~t
we sweep ya team
show n0body empathy
won’t know about my brilliancy
and shoutout to myself because i overcame them obstacles
get some money in yo pockets now you feel unstoppable
she f~ck with the vibеs my n~gga that is psychological
n~ggas mad i’m doing me i’m chilling and my pockets full
he said hе gone see me pull up bow now you shot lil bro
referee young yort give you techs and i’m foul bro
that 607 wild flow
opps see me and throw in towels bro
i’m like an owl bro
i just get the neck then i gotta go
i’m high off the sh~ts and i’m rolling up skunky
you not who you is why you put on a fronty
you really is p~ssy you really is punky
my b~tch is bananas i feel like a monkey
did this by myself no help from n0body so my n~gga this isn’t luck
when my n~gga pop the trunk just know that you f~cked
my n~gga you is outta luck
you want the beef i would never duck
i’m offa the leash n~gga what is up
crocs on my feet b~tch i live it up every single week b~tch i live it up
i gotta go in that’s how i grew up lil uzi keep it tuck
yeah
she got a lil booty im not gone f~ck
aye
haters be mad
its okay cause i get to the bag
and you know imma flex on that ass
like a gym get the cash
why you all on my d~ck like a vag
i know that you mad but why is you mad
she said that im the best that she ever had
she don’t miss me she just missin the past
this n~gga keep talking and running his jaw
i might break the sh~t just like it was glass
i really don’t give a f~ck about the law
in a black jeep going too fast
my b~tch said she wanna new maybach
how you a trapper you don’t even trap
you is a capper all you do is cap
shawty a 10 she look like a snack
i need a benz make the color black
i’m not talking tennis or titties but really i really love touching all the f~cking racks
made touchdown on a lil 7 grams but you cannot get ya quarterback
i put the weight of the world on my shoulders while yall n~ggas chilling kickin and relaxed
i cannot talk about it less its facts

- lirik lagu young yort

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