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ak - yung griffy on the track lyrics

yung griffy’s friend #1

filling up her tummy with my chicken parmesan
they be asking me for pictures of my really tiny schl*ng
hit the bong and i’m zooted time to f*ck it up in bong
and i’m gone but i can’t sleep, staying up til dawn
i know i think i’m clever, hunting p*ssy’s my endeavor
got her wet like the weather with my new burberry sweater
yea i could be better, is it big? i say never
see that coochie wanna pet her but i know i’ll never get her
rip a whippit in the whip and i rip it downtown
so much makeup on hеr face she be lookin likе a clown
turn that frown upside down, oh sh*t my fingers brown
so wet i’m gonna drown
head up queen u dropped ur crown

yung griffy on the track

yea i do this like sh*t everyday cuz we up now
don’t test b*tch i got the mack out
d*ck so good she wanna pass out
four loko imma black out
snapchat send ur girl a picture with my sack out
(oooohhhhhh)
i’m in the fusion going forty in the fast lane
yea she only want me cuz she seen with da brand new chain
got loui on my feet and some gucci round my meat
size 11 feet so you know i’m packin heat
chorus [yung griffy on the track/yung griffy’s friend #1]

always with my flock and we running through yo block yea
take a couple gravs and i think i’m gonna knock
nike swoosh up on my sock on my finger is a rock
man i wish that i could add a couple inches to my c*ck

yung griffy’s friend #1

chillin with the crazy b*tches like lindsay lohan
spillin all their secrets kinda like that b*tch snowden
i’m a gentlemen so these doors i be holding
when i hear the police you know i be bolting
pull up on my boys swear to god i’ll be assaulting
coming for ur sack swear to god i’ll rub the salt in
phone blowing up, got ur girl callin
can’t pick it up cuz i’m too busy ballin

lil flynny

i hit it from the back when i see her in the thong
she suckin on my d*ck when she just ripped the bong
i park it in the driveway, 100 on the highway
oh she’s suckin long, every day i’m hitting raw
you know i ain’t lasting long
her s*x noises be my song
chorus [yung griffy on the track/yung griffy’s friend #1]

always with my flock and we running through ur block yea
take a couple gravs now i think i’m gonna knock
nike swoosh up on my sock on my finger is a rock
man i wish that i could add a couple inches to my c*ck

yung griffy’s friend #2

tight shorts moose knuckle all i wanna do is suckle
sent a d*ck pic in the group chat just to flex the gucci buckle
got me feelin like a game the way she bop it twist it pull it
got so many at one time u would think i got an orbit
don’t wanna catch a clap so imma bag it like a grocer
pull the strap on out her purse and she be comin at me closer
so i hit her with the “no sir”
cuz i be feelin great
got another one at home with her assh0l* on my plate

- yung griffy on the track lyrics

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