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lirik lagu yung prh - space trips

[intro: yung prh]
ooooooh
(i wanna hold up, gang
i wanna hold with the shame)
oooh, yea

[chorus: yung prh]
i’m workin’ hard, but i work for no one (no one)
don’t even try, else it’s gon’ be over (yeah)
i f-cked it up, ’cause i haven’t been sober (yah)
hit me up in my new range rover (pew, pew, pew)
don’t get in my way (na na na)
only one warnin’ i will say (yaa)
so sick of the betrayal (ouu)
i’m in outer sp-ce
pillin’, spillin’, chillin’, oh no
poppin’ xanny, yea, let’s go (ay, ay, ay, ay
feelin’, trillin’, i’m in netto (yah)
whip it up, double-throw it back, ho (wha? ayy, ayy)
been undercover in that tello
-ss be bouncin’ like jello (wha?)
thot be knockin’ like “h-llo?”
sorry, lil’ b-tch, i can’t hear yo

[verse 1: yung prh]
where the money at, where the money from?
b-tch, i be lookin’ like i go to prom (yea)
fancy sh-t drippin’ all along
nah, i ain’t poor, you be thinkin’ wrong. (swish)
pull up on a body with that black glock
pull up to a shawty, we in bangkok (nah)
playin’ cod against them black ops
you be loosin’ eyes from my backdrop
bit- b-tch (ay, yah) lookin’ like- aah! (whoo)
motherf-ckin’ kim with her p-ssy tight (hah, hah)
do a show, slim, with that cookie white (wha?)
f-ck that lil’ b-tch, yea, she givin’ nice (suck, yea)
always at my crib, writin’ texts, ain’t no sh-t (ooooh)
no cap, whoop her -ss, she be suckin’ on my d-ck
might go put it all in, make her scream, it won’t fit
she be cryin’ on the blanket ’cause the thing is too big. (yea)

[bridge: yung prh]
i’ll go on f-ckin’ and i won’t stop
late in the mornin’, ’til the moon drops
all you lil’ d-ck b-tches too soft
don’t need no clothes, you can take ’em off
i don’t talk sh-t, ’cause i’m too rich
i got lots of money, got designer fl!ck
catch yo b-tch, dang bro, her booty thick
boonk gang (whole lotta gang sh-t!)

[verse 2: la1zar]
(yaaah!)
shawty look good, ripped jeans, billie jean
orange meadow, sippin’ lean (yaah)
diamonds on my neck, you can call it shiny mess (ayy)
i’m perfect, but opps and mercenary want no stress (no stress)
oh no no, faded from the world, don’t play no (ayy)
got some real shots and a real bow
bought a range truck, cruisin’, yayo’s. (ayy)
don’t mess around with me (wha)
balenciaga shoes and off-white crips ’round my knee (yaa)
karate kid, dojo, br-ss knuckles on my throat
tattoos, redneck scar, vvs, clean stones. (ayy)
ain’t not gonna miss you (whoa)
beat ’em up, gonna get some tissues (aya)
bl–dy nose, bless you
who the f-ggot, b-tch you. (yah)
stupid little thot, cookin’ in my house on the rocky mountains
twerkin’ b-tches, money’s on my road (ay)
f8, .12, got foreign cars on highway roads (wha)
decoration like a celebration crowd, before my house. (ay)
britney spears and kylie jenn’ (kylie)
good old friends i’ve never met (never met)
bust up on tears and my jacket
please don’t make me sad (nope) and give me head. (aay)

[bridge: la1zar]
i be gone ’cause i lived too long
you can cry ’cause the pain is yours (yaa)
think i’m gonna miss you? (ayy)
yea, think i’m gonna miss you
tell me where you goin’
save me from the wrong side
i’ve been searchin’ freedom
in a cozy sp-ce night

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