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we on - ytb trench lyrics

[intro]
yeah
skrt skrt
ooh
mm*mm*mm
mm*mm*mm
mm*mm*mm
hate spinning blocks
while these people they watch
hit a l!ck
get him popped on my c zone
[hook]
remember that block
tote sticks tote glocks
we was selling that stock
now we on
that b*tch she a groupie
she just wanna f*ck
because my diamonds ugly them v’s on
i know that they love me
hit the stage with a dub
got a bag full of racks like
they know let’s go b*tch

[pre*chorus]
i flip the pack like im tito
bad b*tch
she from the gutter she reload
average
i cannot f*ck with no chеap ho
baguettes on my wrist make it hеavy to switch
when i’m totin’ that bl!ck
gin and mula
here while she suck the d*ck
role play
she eat the tip and the stick
play with my choppa
she call that b*tch poppa
imagine them hollows
in her throat my kids
yeah
[chorus]
where the time go my mind been
she know how i like it
eat that sh*t
gon swallow that b*tch you know i like it trifling
come here
four for a zip
i talk my sh*t when i get in this b*tch
tell a f*ck n*gga
play and he get his ass zipped
foenem get him up off of my limbs
(yeah*yeah)

[verse]
i came in this ho
with a band of blue notes
and i’m leaving this b*tch
just how i came in
she saw my culo
bare b*tch uno
know she my favorite cuz
that b*tch can bend
d*mn imma rate that b*tch a ten
imma hit that sh*t again
i bought new diamonds
just so they be shinning
when i get on top
she watch it slide in like (f*ck)
imma get him (stuck)
we gon run the top down
he know what it was
we gon get him knocked down
he gon get a dub
we gon spin the block ’round
fill it up with slugs
i know it
i do what i want
with my emotions
she know what i got
but can’t own it
she wan’ eat my c*ck
and i know it
try ho guy
only i know it
this gun take off
imma beat the block till i can’t
imma show em what i came to do
it’s either my way or the highway
you decide it or you can choose
i been stomping sh*ts with my gang
ain’t no shy play we catch you snooze
how long on that ap
gotta stay strapped ‘case these
n*ggas try to spray me
that b*tch go tick tick tick tock (tick tock)
look at my wristw*tch
(c zone)
[hook]
remember that block
tote sticks tote glocks
we was selling that stock
now we on
that b*tch she a groupie
she just wanna f*ck
because my diamonds ugly them v’s on
i know that they love me
hit the stage with a dub
got a bag full of racks like
they know let’s go b*tch

[pre*chorus]
i flip the pack like im tito
bad b*tch
she from the gutter she reload
average
i cannot f*ck with no cheap ho
baguettes on my wrist make it heavy to switch
when i’m totin’ that bl!ck
gin and mula
here while she suck the d*ck
role play
she eat the tip and the stick
play with my choppa
she call that b*tch poppa
imagine them hollows
in her throat my kids
yeah

[chorus]
where the time go my mind been
she know how i like it
eat that sh*t
gon swallow that b*tch you know i like it trifling
come here
four for a zip
i talk my sh*t when i get in this b*tch
tell a f*ck n*gga
play and he get his ass zipped
foenem get him up off of my limbs
(yeah*yeah)

[outro]
(where the time go my mind been she know how i)
(where the time go my mind been)

- ytb trench lyrics

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