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lirik lagu yung jizz - hypebeast$

[intro: yung jizz]
yeah, aye, jizz, jizz, aye, ugh
we f-cking hype beasts man ugh (jizz)
we f-cking hype beasts man

[verse 1: yung jizz]
i jizz all up in her system
she got a boy, don’t even miss him
you got an opinion on me?
i bet you don’t even listen
grillz so clean that it f-cking glistens (bling)
not too long ’til i f-ck her sister
f-ck her so hard that i give her blisters
looks like we playing a game of twister
c-m on her face and ask ‘whats for dinner?’ (ugh)
all of these thots giving me head
speeding in rari’s away from the feds (skkrt)
drinking that whiskey and popping those meds
me and my b-tch getting frisky
now everyone say it with me, ‘i wish i was dead’
n0body thinks i’m the real deal
slide my c-ck in her mouth, how does that feel?
everyone thinks all i do is steal
we got hoes on hoes on hoes (hoes)
so many hoes we can’t count anymore
got flows on flows on flows (flows)
got so many flows that we outta control (aye)
me and my homies are trying to bang (aye)
art school b-tches with nose rings (yeah)
f-ck a b-tch then ditch it ain’t even a thing (yeah)
f-ck her say hard they speaking in slang
all of your homies wanna be me
all of your girls wanna see me
all of your parents wanna beat me
n0body believes me but this sh-t came easy
speaking of c-mming (c-mming)
i’m coming up with something (something)
that this whole city be bumping
and i smack t-tties while humping, then i jizz

[chorus: yung jizz & buddy alex]
aye, we mother f-cking hype beasts (yeah, yeah)
my ice so cold like ice cream (hype, hype)
aye this lil’ rappers wanna fight me? (yeah, yeah)
well you can’t cause we f-cking hype beasts
we f-cking hype beasts (yeah)
we f-cking hype beasts (aye)
we f-cking hype beasts
we f-cking hype beasts (yeah)
we finna knock a b-tch out like mike tyson
aye, aye, woo, yeah (aye, aye, aye, aye, aye)

[verse 2: buddy alex & yung jizz]
aye it’s buddy alex ready to attack b-tch (h-llo)
rappers not happy when i’m on the tracklist
bad b-tch f-ck yung jizz cause his name’s phallic
but a lot of these hoes not that attractive (ew)
got a fat fetish your b-tch gave me lettuce (head)
dome in the morning give her d-ck for breakfast (uh)
i want to have s-x b-tch i’m not watching netflix
i be flexing on the next b-tch ’til i get rich (holla)
spent 10 racks on that b-tch c0ke habit
then brought her backstage had that hoe gagging (hold up)
all these haters broke and it’s so tragic
i disappear like ‘skkrt skkrt’ my lambo magic
f-ck a b-tch up, never switch up (hoe)
my d-ck bigger, not a quitter (go)
crib copping, b-tches watching
these other rappers, carbon copies (yuh)
get it hoe, back that -ss on me (alright)
everybody know me and jizz not for free (jizz)
so unless you talking cash, stay the f-ck from me

[chorus: buddy alex & yung jizz]
aye, cause we mother f-cking hype beasts
yeah, cause we mother f-cking hype beasts yeah
we f-cking hype beasts man aye (yeah, yeah, ooh)
we f-cking hype beasts (b-tch)
when you walk into the club and the b-tch so enticing (aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye)

[verse 3: yung jizz]
this girl hit me up saying, “slay my booty”
i text her back saying, “absolutely”
guess what i do next? it’s yours truly
won’t hit her up unless she brings her friend julie
everyones parents wanna shoot me
because i say dope sh-t? f-cking sue me
even my own folks saying, “the f-ck you doing?”
this is the path that i’m pursuing
don’t give a f-ck what these people think
texting these broads while pouring this drink
i own a $50,000 sink (aye)
now try to say that i f-cking stink (aye)
so much hate on jizz and my buddy
just cause we hit the club and got lucky
this girls saying she don’t wanna f-ck me?
i know she lying she just doesn’t trust me
what, did you really believe me?
i really can’t get enough of her t-tties (t-tties)
come back in a year and we running the city
they never talk now the crowd screaming with me
this girls up on my genitals (yeah)
she just being ethical (yeah)
for her life this the pinnacle (yeah)
she eat my d-ck like a popsicle (yeah)
and all i said was, “hocus pocus”
then this joking turned into explosions
i’m finna get a deal with trojan
better cover up cause jizz season approaching
all these fake rappers tryna act hard (yeah)
all these fake friends wanna drive my cars (skkrt)
all of these b-tches finna like my kn-b
i would keep going but i ran outta bars, i ran out
cause we mother f-cking hype beasts

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