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fye!!! - jac0te! lyrics

[intro]
yuh
bih’, bih’
yuh*yuh
yuh
bih’, bih’
yuh*yuh
yuh, yuh
bih’, bih’
yuh
yuh, yuh
bih’, bih’
yuh
yuh, yuh
bih’, bih’
yuh
(ayy, pipe up, hoodrixh)
[verse 1]
walk down, step on sh*t (yuh)
we playin’ it like fendi on fendi (yuh)
i been gettin’ this dough since a jit was a jit (yuh)
i got a redbone lil’ ho, she a big booty b*tch (yuh)
got a rick owens coat, i get fly as a b*tch (yuh)
and i’m smoking this dope, i get high as a b*tch (yuh)
and he flexin’ for hoes, he a lit (yuh)
and he think that he fire, gotta front him, and the boys ain’t on sh*t (yuh)
he got a fire, he say he gon’— (uh)
he got a fire, swear to god (uh), he gon’ buss’ (yuh, yuh)
pockets so fat, n*gga, like uncle ruckus (b*tch)
don’t play with this sh*t, n*gga, come with repercussions (yuh)
i heard a p*ssy n*gga talkin’ sh*t, so we flush him (yuh)
i’m smokin’ on gas, hot as h*ll, it’s musty (yuh)
mac*11 hang on my hip, i’m clutchin’ (yuh)
double cupped up, take a sip, that b*tch muddy (yuh)
stop reachin’ for dollars, b*tch, you not my buddy (yuh*yuh)
i up with the fire, turn that boy to a mummy (yuh*yuh)
i f*cked her, can’t wife, ’cause that ho was a dummy (yuh*yuh)
osama, f*ck, n*gga, i ain’t had no confetti (yuh*yuh)
he still ain’t got motion, that f*ck boy bummy (yuh*yuh)
my mans got riches, yo’ sh*t be abummy (yuh*yuh)
i’m f*ckin’ this b*tch, got my d*ck in her tummy (yuh*yuh)
i been catchin’ motion, and i’m eatin’ still when it’s sunny (yuh*yuh)
hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lemme pop my sh*t (ayy, yuh*yuh)
a young n*gga got motion, these hoes on my d*ck (ayy, yuh*yuh)
i get just like a skateboard, just got n*ggas fit (ayy, yuh*yuh)
if i wake up, don’t make no money, them i’m fit (ayy, yuh*yuh)
if i don’t give her d*ck, then she might throw a fit (ayy, yuh*yuh)
and i’m swervin’ too fast, i spilled drank on my fit (ayy, yuh*yuh)
got a freak ass lil’ b*tch, i might try and pop a tit (ayy, yuh*yuh)
i’m a dawg, if you play with this sh*t, you get bit (ayy, yuh*yuh)
[bridge]
yuh
bih’, bih’ (you know what i’m sayin’)
yuh
bih’, bih’ (big ‘c0te!, lil’ b*tch)
yuh, yuh (i go by jac0te!)
bih’, bih’ (or ‘c0te!, yuh)
yuh, yuh (y’all n*ggas know what up)
bih’, bih’ (f*ck that, man, get this sh*t—)
(ayy, pipe up, hoodrixh)

[verse 2]
yeah i f*ck with that b*tch, we be doin’ more than one
with the gang in this b*tch, we don’t do one*on*one (bih’, bih’)
show a band in this b*tch, you ain’t even seen one (yuh)
i been ballin’ on n*ggas, i might go d1 (yuh)
n*ggas p*ssy as f*ck, they might be one (yuh)
n*ggas p*ssy, they feed operators, i’ll pull up on your block, just like recon (bih’, bih’)
lil’ b*tch, you my son, i’ll treat you like leon
n*ggas my sons, wanna be what i be on (bih’, bih’, b*tch)
what a touchy ass boy, man, these n*ggas get tee’d on (yuh)
wanna battle my gang, well, lil’ b*tch, you get beat on (yuh, yuh, yuh)
if you act like a d*ck, like a d*ck, you get beat on (yuh, yuh)
i feel just like a trap star, like sh*t, i got three phones (yuh, yuh)
i’m tryna get rich and then buy mama three homes (yuh, yuh)
you know i’m a dawg, lil’ b*tch, i need three bones (yuh, yuh)
told that b*tch to pull up and get her lil’ freak on (yuh, yuh)
i’m rude as a b*tch, i put d*ck in her cheekbone (yuh, yuh)
i’m touchin’ a big ass stick, you got medium (yuh, yuh)
you get beat with my belt, like, these muh’f*ckas beamin’ (yuh, yuh)
i look up to myself, muh’f*ckas wanna be me (yuh, yuh)
i’m too cold with this sh*t, muh’f*ckas can’t see me (yuh)
i need me a bad b*tch with a big head, like riri (yuh)
i’m really puttin’ in work*work*work, like riri (yuh)
i’m smart as a b*tch, n*ggas just like kiki (yuh)
i’m hittin’ this b*tch, n*gga, her name titi
[outro]
yuh
yuh
bih’, bih’
yuh*yuh
yuh
yuh
(ayy, pipe up, lil’ hoodrixh) bih’, bih’
yuh
he got a fire, he say he gon’— (uh)
he got a fire, swear to god (uh), he gon’ buss’ (yuh)
pockets so fat, n*gga like uncle ruckus (b*tch)
don’t play with this sh*t, it come with repercussions (yuh)
i heard a n*gga talk sh*t, we flush him (yuh)
i’m smokin’ on gas, hot as h*ll, it’s musty (yuh)
mac*11 hang on my hip, i’m clutchin’ (yuh)
double cupped up, take a sip, it’s muddy (yuh)

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