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bake sale - yung brinks lyrics

[verse 1: yung brinks]
diamonds drippin’ water, louboutins drip blood
ball like a laker , i do not carry ones
ferragamo belt with a gucci bag
red bottoms drip blood, wipe it up with a rag
when i walk in, $2000 on my shoes
thousand on the floor when she drop, like oou
i’m not tryna stare, b-tch, your b-tch like “where?”
put you in the grave, diamond water like clear
come to the party, see your b-tch right there
she pulled down my robin jeans, gucci underwear
louis vuitton with a pistol
diamonds on my neck like crystal
green on my shirt, red bottom shoes
money everything like missel
diamonds drippin’ water, louboutins drip blood
everywhere i look they all tryna f-ck
b-tch she a virgin, i’mma teach her how to suck
i can’t wife the b-tch, ’cause she only want the money
she was tryna stay another night like b-tch you funny
drum it hold 20, b-tch says she love me
but all i need is one ’cause i shoot you in the tummy
shoot you in your head, make you drop like dougie
when i come up i see all you b-tches running
trying to take my money
spend it on some stupid sh-t, b-tch that ain’t funny
on my momma get the guap uh
hanging with them shottas
pull up and i shot ya
trap what i’m bout, i ain’t a mobster
off white on my jordan’s eat i get the lobster
cribs come around, no offer
don’t wanna hang with the shottas

[verse 2: k!ll$witch$uicide]
hoes on my left side, hoes on my right side
can’t tell which side is the best
i smoke the blunt just to feel right
now i’m too high to feel right
four glocks in my drop-top
bought the pot, smoke 4 blunts now i’m bout to pop
aim at your head, b-tch stop
she give me top, fake f-cks hittin’
everybody get popped, wait ’til i blow up
and y’all gonna give me top
shoot for the moon, reach for the stars
shootin’ at your crew, hopped in a new car
take her too, the booty, that head says sorta like some p-rnhub
sh-t’s the best, c-m in her mouth
smells real loud, nasty -ss sh-t
bet y’all proud
sundrop, sundrop, sundrop, sundrop
f-ckin’ on your b-tch she gonna get molly whopped
pull up in a new car with a new tube
bought a used one, new too, on your b-tch soon
f-ckin’ with them emo b-tches, better have they wrist slit
bout to f-ck your b-tch with a new whip
yo it’s k!ll$witch$uicide, f-ck this sh-t
f-ck this sh-t
f-ck this sh-t

- yung brinks lyrics

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