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lisp! - yung flex lyrics

[intro]
that b-tch hot and ready, little caesars
pull up to her crib and eat her like a pizza, okay
she shake when she c-m, like a seizure
i know i’m not sh-t, give her d-ck and then leave her, okay
you flexin’ that preme from the season
i’m flexin’ them vintage ’94 manson pieces, okay
my name is yung flex for a reason
sometimes i pull up and i flex for no reason
ayy, yung flex (this is deathcamp exclusive)
deathcamp sh-t, shini gang sh-t
but y’all already knew that, ’cause i say it in every f-ckin’ song
so how could you guys possibly forget?
anyways, i’m ’bout to get on my ignorant rapper -ss sh-t ’cause i’m bored
and there’s no other reason i’m doin’ this other than the fact that i’m bored
so, f-ck it, ayy

[verse]
lil’ b-tch, i be snappin’
i’m exposin’ n-ggas ’cause n-ggas be cappin’
he runnin’ his mouth, i leave him like “what happened?”
these n-ggas some clowns, and they leavin’ me laughin’
you n-ggas is goofy, i swear i ain’t with it
tough-talkin’ for twitter, b-tch, who are you kiddin’?
you bark like a pit, but you soft as a kitten
your b-tch in my dm, and i cannot lie, i might hit it, okay
that b-tch hot and ready, little caesars
pull up to her crib and eat her like a pizza, okay
she shake when she c-m, like a seizure
i know i’m not sh-t, give her d-ck and then leave her, okay
you flexin’ that preme from the season
i’m flexin’ them vintage ’94 manson pieces, okay
my name is yung flex for a reason
sometimes i pull up and i flex for no reason, okay
i know that n-ggas is sick of me
give ’em a year and these n-ggas is history
i heard that these n-ggas is p-ssed at me
’cause i know exactly where all they sisters be
f-ck her ’til she quiverin’
we not alone though, ’cause i got her best friend -ssistin’ me
she gimme that top and i bust in her mouth like an ak, got heavy artillery
b-tch, i’m on my ignorant sh-t
got me sh-ttin’ on n-ggas like enemas, b-tch
i got everyone watchin’ like cinemas, b-tch
i won’t stop ’til i’m poppin’ with ten on my wrist
got a hispanic b-tch that wan’ eat all my kids
i might f-ck from the back and then nut on her t-ts
that’s the end of this sh-t, all you n-ggas dismissed
i just had to show n-ggas i spit like a lisp

[outro]
n-ggas with lisps don’t really spit, though, do they?
i don’t know, it sounded cool and f-ckin’ rhymed, okay
f-ck it

- yung flex lyrics

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