r c x d - yori lyrics
[intro]
you on that b*tch sh*t, n*gga b*tch sh*t (b*tch sh*t)
b*tch sh*t, n*gga, b*tch sh*t, you on that b*tch sh*t
b*tch sh*t, n*gga b*tch sh*t, you on that b*tch sh*t
b*tch sh*t, n*gga b*tch sh*t, you on that b*tch sh*t
[verse 1]
b*tches getting angry, n*ggas getting jealous
n*ggas fighting at my shows, hoes arguing in my comments
money, baby yoyo, i’m a star, sh*tting on em
getting to the money like a boss, where my office
i ain’t got one hoe tryna tell me bout my confidence
pulled up to the spot, tie me off like a [?]
slide up to the top, look me in the eyes honey
i can’t feel my legs, b*tch, i can’t feel my arms
guap got me walking with a limp
squad beating on they chest, they lookin like chimps
i got modern warfare aim, n*gga dip, fore i blip
send 30 million shots from the clip
some of these rappers said they hate me holy sh*t
they say they hate me but i don’t ever see them b*tches
rest in peace fred, boy i know he waiting on me
but i got bands i plan on bringing up to him
[chorus]
that b*tch gon bop bop, bop bop bop
that b*tch gon give me neck till my heart, it drop
cash money coupe, bentley coupe with a thot
that hoe gon give me neck like she dracula
that b*tch gon bop bop, bop bop bop
that b*tch gon give me neck till my heart, it drop
cash money coupe, bentley coupe with a thot
that hoe gon give me neck like she dracula
[verse 2]
don’t make me mop sh*t, fade him like he mop sh*t
say she next, she grab my d*ck with some chopsticks
f*ck the opps, i might pull up on your mom b*tch
n*gga neck turning red, like what’s wrong b*tch
don’t get you gone b*tch, i’m having fun
she tied a knot with the stem around her tongue
i can’t move like these n*ggas that sh*t dumb
yoyo surfin to the money like what’s up
he be fronting on me, he ain’t from the mud
he ain’t ran a single fade in like a month
said he got beef with me, yea he got a bunch
i’ma eat his hoe for motherf*cking lunch
i’m so picky with my beats, silk touch
i’m so trash, man my beats, they my crutch
n*ggas mad, mad at me, got a grudge
got my [?] aim it at your stomach
[outro]
you on that b*tch sh*t, n*gga b*tch sh*t (b*tch sh*t)
b*tch sh*t, n*gga, b*tch sh*t, you on that b*tch sh*t
b*tch sh*t, n*gga b*tch sh*t, you on that b*tch sh*t
b*tch sh*t, n*gga b*tch sh*t, you on that b*tch sh*t
you on that b*tch sh*t, n*gga b*tch sh*t (b*tch sh*t)
b*tch sh*t, n*gga, b*tch sh*t, you on that b*tch sh*t
b*tch sh*t, n*gga b*tch sh*t, you on that b*tch sh*t
b*tch sh*t, n*gga b*tch sh*t, you on that b*tch sh*t
you on that b*tch sh*t, n*gga b*tch sh*t (b*tch sh*t)
b*tch sh*t, n*gga, b*tch sh*t, you on that b*tch sh*t
b*tch sh*t, n*gga b*tch sh*t, you on that b*tch sh*t
b*tch sh*t, n*gga b*tch sh*t, you on that b*tch sh*t
you on that b*tch sh*t, n*gga b*tch sh*t (b*tch sh*t)
b*tch sh*t, n*gga, b*tch sh*t, you on that b*tch sh*t
b*tch sh*t, n*gga b*tch sh*t, you on that b*tch sh*t
b*tch sh*t, n*gga b*tch sh*t, you on that b*tch sh*t
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