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lirik lagu yung hood - make it last

[intro]
uh (uh)

[chorus]
too hot, somebody come fan me, lil’ b~tch with me, all candy
on the paper route, n~gga trappin’ out the mansion
ngga smokin’ out the p, i be chiefin’ like kansas
grew up with savages, call me randy
that boy covered in water, he look like atlantis
it’s a s on that car, hit the gas and i vanish
told her put on her drip, but don’t put on no panties
nah, this not a mazi’, lil’ b~tch, this a ashton
strapped in the car like the seatbelt was fasten
like the finals on way, we did not have a national
she a classy lil’ b~tch, on that perc’, she get nasty
beat the pack out the housе like i’m stacy and dave
we gon’ run out of monеy, might run out of bags
she pretty with good p~ssy, might make you crazy
make her sweat like i’m keith, tryna make this sh~t last

[verse 1]
all that ice that i wear, she gon’ think that i’m vizza
ain’t playin’ no game, but i’m hungry like hippo
make her warm when it’s cold, i be servin’ her that cocoa
she is not playin’ fair, hit that boy with a low blow
told her, pull out that mic’, hit you a solo
d~ck too good, she don’t wanna let go
told me i gotta twist it, she pull out her metal
she get hot as a kettle, in love with a rebel
she wanna f~ck on the dirt devil, i’m in the dirt forever, i cannot leave it ‘lone
i make it feel right, but i know that it’s wrong
need to leave her alone, i keep leadin’ her on
when i found her, she was lost, follow me home
when i’m all out of state, she keep hittin’ my phone
i don’t wan’ talk to you, put your p~ssy on the phone
told her play with that d~ck, like to hear when she moan
her ex n~gga see me with her, he wanna come back
yeah, we come from the bottom, don’t call it a comeback
i be stayin’ with them straps, ready for comeback
plugged in in the hood, comcast
raise up that dress, i wanna see what’s up under that
forty~two with good p~ssy, thundercat
i lost it before, but it’s nothin’ to get it back
fool with that mouth for the head like a fitted cap
[chorus]
too hot, somebody come fan me, lil’ b~tch with me, all candy
on the paper route, n~gga trappin’ out the mansion
ngga smokin’ out the p, i be chiefin’ like kansas
grew up with savages, call me randy
that boy covered in water, he look like atlantis
it’s a s on that car, hit the gas and i vanish
told her put on her drip, but don’t put on no panties
nah, this not a mazi’, lil’ b~tch, this a ashton
strapped in the car like the seatbelt was fasten
like the finals on way, we did not have a national
she a classy lil’ b~tch, on that perc’, she get nasty
beat the pack out the house like i’m stacy and dave
we gon’ run out of money, might run out of bags
she pretty with good p~ssy, might make you crazy
make her sweat like i’m keith, tryna make this sh~t last

[verse 2]
i took her right out a hunna, put her in the jet
put her on a flight, she come back with them bags
shoulda signed to jerry mcgarrett with that gas
i keep buyin’ her sh~t, make her homegirls mad
the dior on her sandals, the same on her bag
i just play with this sh~t, i feel like i’m nash
you a bad lil’ b~tch, i don’t f~ck with no stretch, lil’ mama, she perfect, just hate when she nag
i ain’t wearin’ no condom, i’m strapped with the mag’
ain’t gave her no d~ck, she callin’ me mad
i can’t send her no d~ck, so i send her a cash
put that ass in reverse ’cause i love when she back it back
she dump it like dump truck
homegirls say she stupid over me, they call her a dumb f~ck
who let you get away? that n~gga there dumb as f~ck
not f~ckin’ with police, but she can get handcuffed
f~ck goin’ half on the bill, man up
thought the d~ck had lead, you make it stand up
kidnapper, want your love for the ransom
she thought i was a ghost, she got f~cked in the phantom
i just popped me an x, she on hannah montana
she can’t go to sleep, called her dirty diana
i might cover her in jewels, call me santana
yeah, she too much to handle, make her raise her stamina
[chorus]
too hot, somebody come fan me, lil’ b~tch with me, all candy
on the paper route, n~gga trappin’ out the mansion
ngga smokin’ out the p, i be chiefin’ like kansas
grew up with savages, call me randy
that boy covered in water, he look like atlantis
it’s a s on that car, hit the gas and i vanish
told her put on her drip, but don’t put on no panties
nah, this not a mazi’, lil’ b~tch, this a ashton
strapped in the car like the seatbelt was fasten
like the finals on way, we did not have a national
she a classy lil’ b~tch, on that perc’, she get nasty
beat the pack out the house like i’m stacy and dave
we gon’ run out of money, might run out of bags
she pretty with good p~ssy, might make you crazy
make her sweat like i’m keith, tryna make this sh~t last

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