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skrrt b1tch - yung prh lyrics

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[chorus]
(ayy)
i’ma pull up in my ‘rari and i push ’em to the side (wha?)
haters tryna catch my flow, but ain’t never get that style (nope)
p-ssy on me, i be eatin’ up, ain’t no high-five (slurp)
pop a pill, move a brick, that’s a pretty lit life. (gang gang)
doin’ drugs in my free time, i don’t give a sh-t (no)
all the people wanna suck for some money ’cause i’m rich (trap)
i’ma stack it to the roof, then i’ll go f-ck a bad b-tch (yah)
i’m the new wave with my bro, we gon’ change this, yah!
(bang bang)

[verse]
stack it up, stack it up ’til i can’t no mo’ (no)
all this stupid -ss sh-t got me fallin’ off my flow (flow)
i don’t ever give a f-ck ’bout the haters at my show (show)
if i see one, he be makin’ sure to get it full (full)
i don’t ever waste thoughts on them f-ckers and them foes (no no)
it’s a b-tch and she bad, i be takin’ off her clothes (clothes clothes)
so much drank in the cup, it’s a motherf-ckin’ woah (woah)
skrrt in the b-tch, man, i don’t really know. (know know)
mix the lean with some other sh-t, f-cked up (brr)
like the picture, instagram, lucked up (luck)
’bout to be rich with no mugshot (cops)
only f-ck the cl-ssy b-tch, stop that. (stop)
do the dash, cut the check, man (what)
i’ma f-ck the sl-tty fast, rolex, man (ok)
i don’t need no sh-t to express, man (i don’t need it b-tch)
i’ma pull up to yo crib, no playin’ chess, man, ayy (ayy)

[bridge]
call my lawyer up, get it done for me (brr)
platinum on my sh-t, i got ice on me (wha?)
got a big house like bryan le (rice)
you be standin’ in the front like a sightseer (watch that)
wipe my own -ss, standin’ on my own two feet (standin’, ayy)
that’s the reason why i got so much -ss on me (-ss)
i’ma diss you, give you some vaseline (vaseline)
then i skrrt in the b-tch, like yeet!

[chorus]
(ayy)
i’ma pull up in my ‘rari and i push ’em to the side (wha?)
haters tryna catch my flow, but ain’t never get that style (nope)
p-ssy on me, i be eatin’ up, ain’t no high-five (slurp)
pop a pill, move a brick, that’s a pretty lit life. (gang gang)
doin’ drugs in my free time, i don’t give a sh-t (no)
all the people wanna suck for some money ’cause i’m rich (trap)
i’ma stack it to the roof, then i’ll go f-ck a bad b-tch (yah)
i’m the new wave with my bro, we gon’ change this, yah!
(bang bang)

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