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the end - yung harpi lyrics

[intro: peyton]
we gonna start this sh*t?
or is that it?
this the muhf*ckin end?
f*ck this…

[chorus]
i’m a hustler, i’m a hater
but still, i got so much flavor
you’re a m*ffler, a m*st*rbator
people like you, i don’t f*ck with them
because i am an enemy to the system
for the chorus, this is the end
so lemme just cl!ck send
[big bun]
modern day people can’t even be unique
there’s always assh0l*s calling them
freaks
yeah and all the smart kids get called
geeks
why can’t we just get along
i’m trying to inspire many that’s the point
of my songs
many pеople don’t know there rights from
wrongs
espеcially those assh0l*s who make you
feel like don’t belong

[verse 2: yung harpi]
it seems harpi has reached an end
don’t keep up, i make the trend
i be the aang of plasticbending the way i make these hoes bend
and i think about the end when i’m in a new state of mind
beyond the walls of cinder blocks, life is defined  ok class is about to start, so listen
single b*tches try to drag my girl down with them
they say “ooh, he’s so narcissistic i don’t even know why you bother sucking on his d*ck”
like b*tch, shut the f*ck up before i grab ya titty and twist it
[chorus]
i’m a hustler, i’m a hater
but still, i got so much flavor
you’re a m*ffler, a m*st*rbator
people like you, i don’t f*ck with them
because i am an enemy to the system
for the chorus, this is the end
so lemme just cl!ck send

[verse 3: peyton]
it’s been a long*ass day, good thing it’s gonna be a long life
cracker called me g*y, so i f*cked his wife
then the motherf*cker took his own with a knife
running with the bag, like it’s football
shoot at the cue, like it’s eightball
i don’t need these b*tches at all
but i still look down their shirts
and put my fingers up their skirts
round these b*tches up like i’m burt
and they be begging for my yogurt
f*ck on these b*tches in da club like i’m curt
my d*ck is your girl’s remedy
outta pocket bars, no one offending me
opps be seen, shootas be sending me
sleepover at this girl’s, we wearing pj’s
and i be getting bj’s
got some shoegame, i got neat jay’s
your d*ck so bad, it turn your girl g*y
[chorus]
i’m a hustler, i’m a hater
but still, i got so much flavor
you’re a m*ffler, a m*st*rbator
people like you, i don’t f*ck with them
because i am an enemy to the system
for the chorus, this is the end
so lemme just cl!ck send

[verse 4: yung harpi]
it’s been a long*ass day, good thing it’s gonna be a long life
i been busy dealing with hardship and strife
and for a while i been harpi
but autocorrect still call me capri
rhyme so hard, i’m like a young kweli
so sit back and let the orange extinguish your anguish
girl asked if she could braid my hair, i said “go ‘head”
if i get top while playing mario kart is that still road head?
i see these other crackers, so below me they in h*ll (pr*nounced like hail)
your bars are elementary, if i f*cked them i’d probably go to jail
and uh start again be nearing
so put a condom on your ear and f*cking whatever you been hearing

- yung harpi lyrics

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