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556 - yukatec lyrics

[intro]
9ensokyo
ew, twrms, you made this?
right now you’re listening to the 9ensokyo radio
right now you’re listening to the 9ensokyo— to the 9ensokyo radio
9ensokyo

[chorus: yukatec]
ayy, why she think she cool enough to vent to me? (you ain’t cool enough)
said you got them problems, don’t mean sh*t to me (don’t mean sh*t)
ha, said you got some problems, don’t mean sh*t to me (don’t mean sh*t, don’t mean sh*t)
ha, open up that back door, that’s a l!ck to me (that’s a l!ck to me)
and if i get to barkin’ on that b*tch, she finna sit for me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
gold dust on my hands, why you think this sh*t ain’t come for free? (this ain’t free)

[verse 1: yukatec]
why you call this murder music? (why you call this murder music?)
b*tch, i got this burnеr, know i’m finna use it (fire)
caught stompin’ on my timbs, hit his head, now hе clueless (now he— yeah)
said he gettin’ money, but he blueless (yeah, he blueless)
ayy, talkin’ on my dawg, b*tch, you foolish (yeah, you foolish)
hop off, talkin’ on my dawg, you must be stupid (b*tch, you must be stupid)
ayy, leave ’em in the air when we do it (when we do it)
“oh my god, it’s yuka, b*tch, i love her f*ckin’ music” (yeah, yeah, yeah)
walk up for the gun, b*tch, my gun like some gum, get to chewin’ (yeah, get to chewin’)
b*tch, the kilos get to movin’ (get to movin’)
hey, turn up on the gang, get to shootin’, b*tch, i’m suin’ (yeah, yeah*yeah)
7.6s hit your body, now that sh*t is ruined
ha, ha, yeah, this like evil series, b*tch, i get to dumpin’ (b*tch, i get to dumpin’)
ak automatic, b*tch, this sh*t, it get to fu— yeah
.556, it penetrate your body, b*tch, it’s f*ckin’, ha
now you limp in the leg, b*tch, it’s numbin’
watch your body hit the ground, you can’t start runnin’ (you can’t run)
[chorus: yukatec]
ayy, why she think she cool enough to vent to me?
said you got them problems, don’t mean sh*t to me (don’t mean sh*t)
ha, said you got some problems, don’t mean sh*t to me (don’t mean sh*t)
ha, open up that back door, that’s a l!ck to me (yeah)
and if i get to barkin’ on that b*tch, she finna sit for me
gold dust on my hands, why you think this sh*t ain’t come for free?

[verse 2: komachi thugn]
yeah, ain’t sh*t comin’ free (no)
flip that bread and bring that fee (uh*huh)
don’t even try to hit my phone if you can’t buy that fee (do not)
i be outside, i keep that fire when i be in the streets (on god)
i’m puttin’ on for all my b*tches, tryna see ’em eat (for real)
you be so tough up on the net, but real life h*lla sweet (you p*ssy)
i spin the block, i ain’t no [?], i’m gon’ go repeat (oh yeah)
i got this pole up in my hand, i’m ’bout to break my wrist (uh*huh)
b*tch, how you come and spin the block but every shot you missed? (you suck)
too many guns up in my whip, i think i might enlist (d*mn)
i’m timmy turner with this money, touhou make a wish (uh*huh)

[outro: komachi thugn]
it’s lil komachi, b*tch, you know what the f*ck goin’ on
i’m still outside, still thuggin’, b*tch, you know that
uh*huh

- yukatec lyrics

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