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lirik lagu yung ro - go go

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[intro]
yeah
come here
who that?
frrt, b~tch, yeah

[verse]
she ain’t suckin’ d~ck, she gotta go (she gotta go)
so what’s up with that throat? (what’s up with that throat?)
he tryna see what’s up with yung ro (what’s up?)
’cause he know i’m tryna see what’s up with his ho (uh)
i ain’t with all that new~wave beef, n~gga (nah), i pull up at your door
stop actin’ like we ain’t spin before (yeah), y’all must want us to spin some more (brrt)
you n~ggas be dodgin’ me, y’all know i don’t believe in squashin’ beef (uh~uh)
f~ck your apology, my partner dead, that bothers me (that bothers me)
so we want revenge and if he keep hidin’, then we k!ll his friends (brrt, bah)
i got a bag on his head, y’all k!ll him, i’m givin’ you ten (i’m givin’ you ten)
no, we don’t want justice (uh~uh), we leave it up to the streets (up to the streets)
them young n~ggas bussin’ for me, they aimin’ at sh~t like they brushin’ they t~~th
i got b~tches hustlin’ for me (yeah), p~ssy ain’t sh~t, you’d be lucky if i speak (uh)
i ain’t with the internet beef, when the pressure turned up, i ain’t makin’ a tweet (nah)
’cause i don’t got no f~cks to give, we ain’t aimin’ for legs, we shoot to k!ll (for real)
’cause, b~tch, i do this for real, you stake, get popped and that’s food for real (for real)
and, no, i don’t pillow talk (uh~uh), you say my name, i’m pullin’ this pistol out (yeah)
you spin on this block, you gon’ die, n~gga, we sendin’ them missiles out (come here, b~tch)
the opps ain’t on sh~t (uh~uh), we be takin’ they sisters out (b~tch ass)
then put d~ck in they sisters’ mouth (uh~huh), smilin’ like i’m part of the family now (yeah)
try somethin’, i know where the family house (cheese), n~ggas real life, i ain’t pullin’ no cameras out (brrt)
every gun got a clip with a curve, you’d think we pullin’ bananas out, yeah (yeah, b~tch)
traphouse goin’ nuts (uh~huh), everybody in here runnin’ it up (yeah)
gotta stay down if you wanna be up (for real), gotta catch you a body if you wanna be with us
slide on the opps and they wanna be tough (yeah), let that b~tch bust, turn ’em to dust (uh~huh)
don’t play with my bro, i’ll turn this b~tch up, bad attitude and i don’t give a f~ck (uh~uh)
yeah, yeah (b~tch), hit him in his sh~t if he don’t give it up
i know they watchin’, i stay in the cut
my juvie deserve it, she don’t like to fuss
she get in her feelings, i get in her guts (come here), yeah, uh~huh
when she get in her feelings, i get in her guts (come here, yeah)
i get to poundin’, she get to moanin’
we been gettin’ nasty, it’s up in the moment (yeah)
i beat it up, she my opponent (come here)
my partner a rat, i don’t condone it (i don’t)
might sign to interscope, might sign to sony (yeah)
could look in my eye, tell her that i want it
so tell all the labels i say that i’m hungry (b~tch)
i’m crossin’ him out ’cause i know he a flunky
yeah, i’m in the kitchen ’cause i want a maybach
don’t worry ’bout that floatin’, just hit it with ajax
you know you ain’t like me, why you ain’t just say it? (why you ain’t just say it?)
you know i’m strapped, know i don’t play that
hit one of mine, b~tch, i want payback
jump out that audi lookin’ like arabs
you gotta rock ’em, i’m talkin’ asap
yeah, i jumped off the porch and got right in the mix
used to post on the block every night with the gl!ck
and i don’t run the sales ’cause i’m nice with the wrist
yeah, i wish that b~tch was longer
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