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comfy - y2 lyrics

still
still trill
let’s go missing missing tell me how you feel
feel free
jump in
what we sippin what’s gon getchoo comfy
we gon slip slip slide and
hop up in the ride and
skirt skirt and flying
like my b*tches stylish
shush shush it’s quiet
we smoking the loudest
jump in whip like mosh pit
but we don’t like it crowded
cranberry vodka what she like to sip
that’s why we calling it rose cran
ice on her body don’t come with the drip
like the abdominal snow man
got keep a bl!ck and it’s one on the hip
if they try me he outa there on fam
suited for cases like i’m desperado
these bottles gon have us both on ten

jump out that box we got more sh*t to cop
girl you got it on lock what you worried bout
word on the block we keep hurting em now
couple bags in this b*tch got you birkin it now
these n*ggas plotting gon end up on opposite sides of the top if they lurking around
designated drive if they op then open fire i f*ck witchoo
hop in enjoy the ride
you k!lling b*tches feel like we committing crimes
just you and me we in too deep i’m by your side
that’s one of them
that was one h*ll of a night
still
still trill
let’s go missing missing tell me how you feel
feel free
jump in
what we sippin what’s gon getchoo comfy
we gon slip slip slide and
hop up in the ride and
skirt skirt and flying
like my b*tches stylish
shush shush it’s quiet
we smoking the loudest
jump in whip like mosh pit
but we don’t like it crowded
cranberry vodka what she like to sip
that’s why we calling it rose cran
ice on her body don’t come with the drip
like the abdominal snow man
got keep a bl!ck and it’s one on the hip
if they try me he outa there on fam
suited for cases like i’m desperado
these bottles gon have us both on ten

f*ckin you just like the money i touch it and i wanna count it all over again
hop in that sh*t man that p*ssy to die for
and it feel like a special event
i was convinced
i wasn’t looking for love but you win
i was still in the trench now they all on the bench
i’m just calling this sh*t like i see it
but i don’t see no one but us
hop in enjoy the ride
you k!lling b*tches feel like we committing crimes
just you and me we in too deep i’m by your side
that’s one of them
that was one h*ll of a night
got it locked you twenty five to life in this b*tch
in the spot like twenty five more nights in this b*tch
smart car we never have to drive it again
high class you never pass for trifling nin
pop tag it’s in the bag you like linen nin
whatchoo like my kinda type we not limited
one drink to f*ck it up you like feelin it
give em h*ll the ysl we slight grinnin in
pony tail on rodeos and nights in the wind
paradise a snake eyes a life full of sin
we up top of the mornin
you right where i like it on top of me moanin
and i get the picture i frame it and own it
if these n*ggas want it show me my opponent
that drummer gon come wit them rounds

still
still trill
let’s go missing missing tell me how you feel
feel free
jump in
what we sippin what’s gon getchoo comfy

don’t be scared to sip no baby sitters for the red cups
i go swimming witcha this a different type of heads up
way too much to go for broke that’s why we do the extras
comfy cozy know we up to four am her legs up

- y2 lyrics

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