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yung wetback - feastful lyrics

[verse 1]
pull up on a white girl and give her my c-ck
i season her p-ssy and then add some guac
if she snitch i’m running, i f-cking hate cops
doesn’t matter i still got the top
i sleep with your wife and then go steal your job
i gotta get building so go call me bob
she slob on my d-ck like it’s corn on the cob
you know i’m straight from the mob
i count up my pesos, my wrist full of queso
connect my kinect while i am playing halo
i add some tajin, she give crown like a king
i eat her like taco supreme
i c-m on her back, they call me yung wetback
before i take all my shots you know that i step back
i put my thumb in her crack, she l!ck me like a cat
i say “n-gga” even though i’m not black

[interlude]
y’all already know what the f-ck going on
yung trescerocinco with your b-tch
you already know what the f-ck we doing in this b-tch
we putting out bangers left and right
i kept y’all waiting, shoutout gn gang
ayy, look look

[verse 2]
i pull up with big guns, catch us shooting for fun
we got real n-gga status we don’t f-ck with you bums
i blew up like a bomb, ultimate i am the one
bang her like i’m playing the drums
and i play with her cat while i’m f-cking your b-tch
i got her on her knees like her name kappernick
that b-tch entered a stick, but she came out real thick
secret formula all up in my d-ck
and that b-tch is a zombie, that b-tch gave me brain
i’m feeling so high like a motherf-cking plane
and i’m screaming so loud you would think i’m insane
hit up nasa, i’m going to sp-ce
i switch up my flow like i switch up my victims
that b-tch on my d-ck while i’m eating fried chicken
i’m talking about that gucci finger l!ckin’
turned out she was actually a dyk-
i pull up on a bike just to tell your b-tch how we gon’ smash in the morning and i’m gone by the night
go home, grabs some cups, mix the codeine with the sprite
b-tch you know i’ma be as high as a kite
i pull up in a wraith, my sh-t trash no debate
if you talk too much get to f-ck out of my face
this sh-t took too d-mn long, sorry my -ss is late
welcome to the 305 tape

- feastful lyrics

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