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nascar - yung giraffe lyrics

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nascar lyrics
[verse 1] [yung giraffe]
b*tch i pull up in a foreign not a drop
pull up with the smoke cause all my sh*t is finna pop
b*tch i’m flipping and rippin the beat
all the b*tches on me
cause i’m slipping and dipping and spilling and the tea

b*tch i’m riding the beat
like a boat in the sea
now we kick it but she get the block like a goalie
b*tch i swish it like kobe
explore the p*ssy like tomb raider like angelina jolie

now your b*tch call me
hitting up my line she know me
i don’t got the time got places to be
she wanna get the pipe but this d*ck ain’t free

b*tch i bring all of the heat like my starter was a charizard
songs is like a prison way i flow i go to bar to bar
life i live exotic b*tch i pull up in a foreign car
skrrt on a b*tch like some motherf*cking nascar

[verse 2] [yung patchode]
blocks be booming like a f*cking 808
b*tch got so much cake she could serve it on a plate
don’t go on a date man i always show up late
with a little itty bitty bit of fate and some hate
b*tches on me no matter the time
tell your b*tch to wait she scream and she whine
yeah i’m a g hit her behind
eat a b*tch out you know we finely dine

you know we finely dine
ice be on my wrist you know it gleam and it shine
rocks be on my watch you know i don’t got time
sipping on some wine while she giving me some mind

man your b*tch be kind of pricey
make her sing a little while i’m sipping on some hi*c
her neck be kind of spicy
swerving in the ghost she make it kind of dicey

[verse 3] [yung giraffe]
i been chilling on my breezy sh*t
pulling up, foreign tub, foreign b*tches, belly rubs
f*ck around waste money buy myself a fendi rug
gucci on my face f*ck better then your b*tch does

why your momma on my line bro
say she not gonna dig it but we all know you lying bro
with the big dogs now she f*cking with the lions bro
flexing with your guns but we all know you dumb broke
dumb hoe why you fight you be like gung ho
you are not a rapper your a b*tch with a lisp
you wanna pull up b*tch you finna get a fist
now your p*ssed in the back of a shed in a ditch

[verse 4] [yung patchode]
yung patchode is back on the track
call me berlin wall the way i’m stepping on these cracks
hit it so hard imma break your mama’s back
body like an hourglass booty like a snack

yeah we snacking all day
yeah we dancing ballet
she be shaking café
mr. clean got us cleaner than a f*ckin bidet

got the y to the g to the y to the p
b*tches squirting on me like they name is febreze
b*tches be complaining like they name is febreze
b*tches be lil like they name is febreze

in the vault like some cash
caught feelings gotta dash
you know how i’m feeling flash
brain so big ya know i gotta blast

- yung giraffe lyrics

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