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ernie & bert - yung bbq lyrics

[intro: yung bbq]
hop in the coupe and let’s skirt
me and my choppa like ernie & bert (yuh)
hop in the coupe and let’s skirt
get out of my face i don’t wanna flirt (huh)
hop in the coupe and let’s skirt
me and my choppa like ernie & bert (what)
hop in the coupe and let’s skirt
get out of my face i don’t wanna flirt

[chorus: yung bbq]
hop in the coupe and let’s skirt
me and my choppa like ernie & bert (huh)
hop in the coupe and let’s skirt
get out of my face i don’t wanna flirt (yuh)
hop in the coupe and let’s skirt
me and my choppa like ernie & bеrt (what)
hop in the coupe and let’s skirt
gеt out of my face i don’t wanna flirt (huh)
[verse 1: yung bbq]
diamonds all up on my chain
my b*tch go to harvard she getting that brain
i cannot stay in my lane
i’m coaching myself like my name tony wayne (bang)
i cannot stop gotta flex
i don’t know you but you think i’m the best (yuh)
they put me up to the test
i’m getting that check like i’m playing some chess (huh)
the ref he be blowing his whistle
but that boy bugging the play was official (bang)
in other ways yeah that boy crazy
give me 5 minutes to buy a mercedez (huh)
i am a little bit c*cky
i’m supplying the hands like my name is rocky (yuh)
haters they tryna knock me
cashin the check yeah that sh*t is a hobby (huh)

[chorus: yung bbq]
hop in the coupe and let’s skirt
me and my choppa like ernie & bert (yuh)
hop in the coupe and let’s skirt
get out of my face i don’t wanna flirt (what)
hop in the coupe and let’s skirt
me and my choppa like ernie & bert (huh)
hop in the coupe and let’s skirt
get out of my face i don’t wanna flirt (yuh)
[verse 2: yung bbq]
can you grab some chips cause i came in with some guap (d*mn)
i got a bag i got a 40 that means that i cannot stop
please dont come to the crib if you are a f*cking opp (nope)
you’re so silly you think that you’re strapped up with the glock (huh)
but i got a big belly drum and it bang (pew)
you got some washed up kids and i got a gang (yuh)
i be mixing pots and pans all i hear is clang (clang)
this boy so f*cking stupid he be bumping some wu tang (bang)
d*mn how much of a loser do you gotta be (huh)
that boy think he cool and that sh*t kinda bother me (yuh)
y’all hated meek now you’re glad he f*cking free (facts)
that sh*t dumb as h*ll i’m just tryna spill some tea (what)
d*mn i’m the youngest flexer of the century (bang)
they tryna take my sh*t can y’all please let me be
that boy artificial like he is a f*cking mii (huh)
my gang like dj khaled cause we all d*mn got the key (skrt skrt skrt)
the key to what? d*mn, that’s that sh*t that i don’t know (nope)
if she breathe oxygen then that girl a hoe (what)
can y’all leave me alone i’m really just tryna go (yuh)
i don’t need no friends that means that you are a foe (bang bang bang)

[chorus: yung bbq]
hop in the coupe and let’s skirt
me and my choppa like ernie & bert (what)
hop in the coupe and let’s skirt
get out of my face i don’t wanna flirt (yuh)
hop in the coupe and let’s skirt
me and my choppa like ernie & bert (what)
hop in the coupe and let’s skirt
get out of my face i don’t wanna flirt (ay)

- yung bbq lyrics

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