a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

flintstone - yung 3, s1ya & 3400zion lyrics

[verse 1: s1ya]
i’m off a perk
i’m off on lean
f*ck n*gga just keep it a bean
sippin’ on sprite there is no lean
get to the money and i get to the green
i pop a xan, i’m stuck in a dream
i don’t f*ck with these hoes, they some fiends
i like to curse, my sh*t not clean
i’m f*cking yo b*tch she all on me
pow’ hold up’, put a n*gga on the news (breaking)
hold up’, b*tch i ain’t have a clue
i don’t f*ck with these hoes cause they some fools
that f*ck n*gga he should’ve knew
i’m getting the cash this sh*t not new
i’m f*cking that b*tch in her room
that fast hood go likе vroom vroom vroom (skrt)
i’m sweeping these n*ggas just like it’s a broom
p*ssy ass n*gga don’t stеp on my shoes
i’m too d*mn smart 200 iq

[verse 2: yung 3]
(yung 3) vvs, that’s all on the wrist (my wrist)
same mullar, its quenching the slits (wait, what)
it ain’t no pressure little b*tch (no)
but you know that sh*t get intense (woah)
yeah, yeah i’m geeking the rinse (yeah)
i been then that since vince (aye)
we flexing, it got y’all convinced (convinced)
that we getting money, little b*tch (woah)
mixing up cups, we experimenting
can’t see out these glasses
these lens is too glisted’
that n*gga still lacking
did you need a hint
yo’ b*tch on my d*ck and that b*tch need a mint (aye)
b*tch, we play with them flintstone
we spray em’ like clint oh
f*ck her in tints, lone’
like ryan life hit jones
can’t see y’all no more, cause i gotta go
y’all n*ggas still broke and that sh*t is so funny
yeah we get to the money and we get to the honey
that b*tch always tweaking, we striking blue benji
diamond, the wrist all voss not no fiji
all of my n*ggas is rocking givenchy
them n*ggas all cap, then n*ggas all cringy
blue cherry woah, that’s all in baguettes
we gone shoot out his eye, make him look like, um, fetty
her skin is so clean cause she using the fenty
we getting the money little n*gga we got plenty
(yung 3)
[verse 3: 3400zion]
been doing this sh*t since like nine
f*cking yo b*tch, bra, we breaking her spine
i can’t f*ck with these hoes cause they stay lying
they say my music trash then why they be buying?
why they still listen?
in they little songs, yeah they be dissing
but it’s not hitting on sh*t
boy you know you a b*tch
my d*ck she gave it a kiss
34, b*tch, i came with a stick
both of my n*ggas, get high off of blunts
i’m running a train in yo b*tch, we having some fun
yeah, she want some lunch
kick that b*tch out, i don’t got no time
pop me a perk now you know that i’m geeked (i’m geeked)
been geeking so long
now i’m sleep
right on the beach
oh sh*t, i’m back
getting these racks, came in with some stacks
get it then flip it right back
34, b*tch, i never lack

[outro: 3400zion]
he running real fast just like track
give her a perk now she taking a nap
yeah
sleep
aye!

- yung 3 s1ya 3400zion lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular