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yak - ​che lyrics

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[verse]
what the f*ck do you want?
this b*tch tryna ? for a show
?
they say i’m sippin on drought, i’m sippin on dro
yeah, they say that i been on top, i already know
yeah, i got a moncler and number (n)ine cuz it’s finna get cold
she gon take off her shirt
baby, take off your shirt
i just been goin berserk
yeah, ? is the word
yeah, n*ggas mad it’s certain
my b*tch bad, she like perc
i hate when she say that word
finna block her, get kicked to the curb
this exotic b*tch smoking on herb
had to get all this sh*t out the dirt
i’m on adderall, molly’s, and percs
in chicago, he finna get merch
put on bain little b*tch, it’s they merch
arp, put it up in the purse (what he said?)
put man on a shirt (yeah)
i want sip drank til it hurt (yeah)
all of yo b*tches be burnt (huh?)
h*ll nah, that sh*t ain’t gon work
in the city, my son too turnt
but you already know, you already know
what the f*ck do you want?
this b*tch tryna ? for a show
?
they say i’m sippin on drought, i’m sippin on dro
yeah, they say that i been on top, i already know
yeah, i got a moncler and number (n)ine cuz it finna get cold
(ahhh)
(yeahh ahhh)

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