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lirik lagu yung flex - virulence

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[intro]
evil

[verse 1: yung flex]
that sh~t you p~ssed ’bout, sh~t, i prolly did it
talk, i bet that glock gon’ make your jaw lock like it’s molly in it
we ain’t hardly start, you think this hard, but, b~tch, i’m hardly spittin’
ball like i’m john wall, i need that money tall as scottie pippen, like, ugh
he can’t take it, but that b~tch can dish it
.223, that brand new arp, and this sh~t mint condition
pull up to your house, and air it out like ain’t no windows in it
nine straight to his jaw, like, f~ck the law, nah, they can’t f~ckin’ pin it
n~ggas must be paralyzed if they ain’t feelin’ me
half these n~ggas rappin’ parasites, like, where the guillotines?
motherf~cker, your squad, get right with god, ’cause, b~tch, y’all finna meet
i be goin’ hard, these n~ggas soft, can’t match my energy
like, c’mon, come tеst my gangsta, b~tch
bronem cuttin’ up, i’m in a cut just like a razor, b~tch
up that flame and torch him, brand nеw forces, can’t even chase the b~tch
violence, i endorse it, use his blood and sh~t to chase the fifth

[verse 2: blckk]
(yeah) yeah, uh
feature price gon’ match how much it take to get me bags, you b~tch
y’all can tell what i got on without no f~ckin’ tags, you b~tch (yeah)
put that boy inside a f~ckin’ box and let him catch me, b~tch (yeah, yeah, woah, yeah, yeah)
and y’all can’t pass me, b~tch, i wake up, do my print, and homeboy never catch you trashin’ sh~t (yeah, bap, yeah, yeah, yeah)
yeah, you need some practice, b~tch
been ’round where you stayin’, smoke that block out like a magic trick (yeah, yeah, yeah)
yeah, f~ck no, ain’t no touchin’ me (b~tch(
keep on pushin’ in
f~ckin’ f~ggots, you can’t f~ck with me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
ask about who see me, post up, dnd (yeah)
on that sh~t you built and prolly live for, this sh~t ain’t with me (woah, woah)
got too much hate inside my f~ckin’ soul
bet you all that talkin’ ’bout me, prolly take his f~ckin’ tongue (yeah, yeah)
i hope you got barricades, you p~ssy (bow, bow)
ayy, i’m f~ckin’ cold
and i talk that sh~t until i’m dead, until my pockets full (yeah)
[outro]
evil


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