a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

lirik lagu yung bleu - trim

[chorus: yung bleu]
uh, twenty bands on him (on him)
fifty bands on him (on him)
hundred bands on them
you speak them words, you gotta stand on them (gotta stay standin’)
walk down with fire and rep the brand on him (gon’ always rep the brand, frr)
these hoes gon’ f~ck off face ’cause my sh~t trim
i’m tryna f~ck her face ’cause i’m a pimp
ain’t here to conversate, you gotta strip
i f~cked her with my .40 on the dresser

[post~chorus: yung bleu]
yes, sir
do you love me? yes, sir
b~tch, you better, yes, sir
stack your cheese, yes, sir
lot of cheddar, yes, sir
f~ck me better, yes, sir
can you be my cinderella? yes, sir
gotta drop them clothes, yes, sir

[verse 1: yung bleu]
gucci loafers, lv sandals (that’s my sh~t, i’m poppin’)
this b~tch got more ass than i can handle (b~tch, you know i pop it)
preferrin’ a scorpio, but she a cancer (f~ck that sh~t, come pop it)
take off, i’m tryna fly you from atlanta (got them racks, i got it)
completed, i got more cash than i can handle (got them racks, i got it)
can’t believe that you got more ass than you can handle
put you on camera
i don’t drink no more, so take a shot for me
i’ma drop the hammer
nail you to the cross, you feel it in your knee
chain go bananas
sh~t hit like tv screen ’cause these vvs
young n~gga from bama
where the n~ggas be sellin’ packs like dvds
[interlude: yung bleu]
b~tch, i’m so trim
yeah, yeah

[chorus: yung bleu]
uh, twenty bands on him (on him)
fifty bands on him (on him)
hundred bands on them (oh, that’s a hundred bands)
you speak them words, you gotta stand on them (lil’ n~gga, i overstand)
walk down with fire and rep the brand on him (gon’ always rep the brand, frr)
these hoes gon’ f~ck off face ’cause my sh~t trim (my sh~t trim)
i’m tryna f~ck her face ’cause i’m a pimp (n~ggas ain’t him)
ain’t here to conversate, you gotta strip (gotta strip)
i f~cked her with my .40 on the dresser

[post~chorus: yung bleu & g herbo]
yes, sir
do you love me? yes, sir
b~tch, you better, yes, sir
stack your cheese, yes, sir
lot of cheddar, yes, sir
f~ck me better, yes, sir
can you be my cinderella? yes, sir
gotta drop them clothes, yes, sir (uh~huh)

[verse 2: g herbo]
rick owen walkin’, sl!ck pimp talkin’
pockets filled up, money fallin’
pop out fresh to death, coffin
lil’ b~tch, you don’t see this often (uh~uh)
everybody right here bosses
we go wherever whenever, when we get together, it’s twenty hoes tryna f~ck all us
might pick her up in the spectre, she thinkin’ she special, i drop her, i ain’t gon’ call her
i done pulled up in some sh~t like a 911, i hop out, look like i’m crawlin’
we in the spot and it’s lit, fine sh~t in the section, the whole clique already dogged
and i tell ’em, “if we all lit, it’s better, we’d probably have a ball”
big ski, who you know p like me? mob ’til i d~i~e
your main sleazy might get involved, then she end up in vip (go)
and i’m trim seven days a week, so i’m him on and off ig
’cause i been in a different league, play with m’s, f~ck is twenty g’s? (yeah, uh)
[chorus: yung bleu & g herbo]
uh, twenty bands on him (on him, yeah)
fifty bands on him (on him, yeah)
hundred bands on them (oh, that’s a hundred bands)
you speak them words, you gotta stand on them (lil’ n~gga, i overstand)
walk down with fire and rep the brand on him (gon’ always rep the brand, frr)
these hoes gon’ f~ck off face ’cause my sh~t trim (my sh~t trim)
i’m tryna f~ck her face ’cause i’m a pimp (n~ggas ain’t him)
ain’t here to conversate, you gotta strip (gotta strip)
i f~cked her with my .40 on the dresser

- lirik lagu yung bleu

Lirik lagu lainnya:

LIRIK YANG LAGI HITS MINGGU INI