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tune (slowed version) - yae prod lyrics

put on my brothers
then put on my b*tch
marino infantry and designer my kicks
i smoke out the pound while you smoke out the zip
wockheart cup
i heart aaron
oh my god yae prod
blrrd
bow, bow, bow
blrrd
bow, bow, bow
blrrd
buh, bow
blrrd
bow, bow, bow
blrrd
bow, bow, bow
blrrd

this that prada tune
she said yae i’m proud you
baby girl freaky yea she in the mood
off white garments match the shoes like
i’m a star do you see who we are
lvl loserhill yea that’s the squad
i’m just putting on for my dogs
whatever it takes yea we gonna ball (huh)
ap flawless living lawless
when you shake my hand be cautious
we in the scenе turning up the party
baby girl geeking she wanna act gnarly
yea shе off the molly she love everybody
what you know about geeking up in party

i just be living in the night like kid cuddi
rick owens steppas not chucks theses heavy
riding round buss*in pounds yea it’s steady
money moves on my mind yea it’s bubbling
ain’t got no time for no motherf*cking fumbling
put on my brothers then put on my b*tch
marino infantry and designer my kicks
i smoke out the pound while you smoke out the zip

wockheart cup and staining the fit
grommet lambs chops shout chris
when you getting this money you can flex like this
i remember them days i was down in that ditch

blrrd
blrrd
buh, bow
blrrd
buh, bow
blrrd

- yae prod lyrics

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