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cracked out! (demo) - yung problem lyrics

[intro]
i’m like bye, bye, b*tch
on my “aye, aye” sh*t
i’ma ride, ride d*ck
with these “fye fye” tits
i’m like bye, bye, b*tch
on my “aye, aye” sh*t
i’ma ride, ride, ride
(ride, ride, ride, ride)

[verse 1]
ride this d*ck like it’s shotgun
f*ck your b*tch like you got one
i done f*cked your niece godson
f*ck a sl*t like i’m not one
back it up like a boxed lunch
steel bars hold red flags
f that, i got red gash
black and white, robert jackson
we playing mtag
i’ve been selling hеr x*lax
lil shorty my student
all assimilated, getting astutеd
sue me, my little sl*t acting boo
she k!lling my jean soft
like i’m jean claude getting zooted, ay
bpd going stupid
call me coke, way i’m giving her white lips
y’all was giving her blue lips
do this? brodie, i don’t give two sh*ts
[chorus]
motherf*ckers is cracked out
me and my b*tch, we gon’ f*ck in the loft of the trap house
getting passed ‘round
i’m gon’ act up if she act out
but my eyes on the cash count
i could milk ’em titties off a cash cow
she want upsies, screaming f*ck me
l!ck it up, get lucky
(nah, nah, nah, nah, nah)
b*tch, i feel like i’m flexing to die rag
i got 50 hoes and some*9 f*gs
for the white girls in my contacts
got a couple b*tches sharing raw d*ck
like it’s comcast
wagwan, now i’m fresh outta walmart
with a “boyz n the hood” shirt
she a good girl, in a short skirt
i could f*ck that b*tch

[verse 2]
like at my lil princess
she sucking d*ck like it’s incest
p*wning after my dad’s d*ck
call it ascap, i don’t ask sh*t
matter of fact, if you rap fast, you a bad b*tch
white privilege, frat rapper
had me sh*t in a cup like i’m fat b*st*rd
oh, well, i’m an ass tapper
make a straight p*rn with no actors
traumatizing my hoes
say goodbye to my bros
turn these highs to my lows
high stacks and benzos
pay for the top with my venmo
i do this sh*t for my kinfolk, f*ck it
nah, i’m bussin’, b*tch, i never been spoke
how she missed her mister, she ain’t drug free
she ain’t get no motherf*cking money from me
[bridge]
throw that ass like you mean it
take this iron, you anemic
f*ck a rubber, use a p*n*s
hood girls, i’m elitist
shout my name like a groupie
my b*tch bad, no boujee
new drugs got me loopy
tryna spot a girl a loosie
drinking vodka like a roofie
face*f*ck her till the tooth bleeds
throat*f*ck her like a coochie
slide a bass note into 2*3
why clef? just a few gs
this ain’t music to amuse me
it’s a new breed

[verse 3]
it’s the rising sun getting d*cked down
by her eyes’ stun, i gave medusa my green
and my guns, falling rock
it’s the kamikaze of the common c*ck
dropping crumbs, cumming, drop bombs
stoned serpents as the sediment
eroding the seven seas
country cousins, went from crushing
to cutting the cannabis
cumming to crushing amphetamines
clay county with the ketamine
ruff around, get the rhetoric
appalachia was a mezzanine
cement all your sentences
karaoke rappers in it for rap clout
eat a d*ck, sagging jeans, you been
d*ck riding with your ass out
open the cash route
utterly uttered them
tits out the window, she prolly been cracked out
[chorus]
me and that b*tch, we gon’ f*ck in the loft of the trap house
getting passed ‘round
i’m gon’ act up if she act out
but my eyes on the cash count
i could milk ’em titties off a cash cow
she want upsies, screaming f*ck me
l!ck it up, get lucky
(nah, nah, nah, nah, nah)
b*tch, i feel like i’m flexing to die rag
i got 50 hoes and some*9 f*gs
for the white girls in my contacts
got a couple b*tches sharing raw d*ck
like it’s comcast
wagwan, now i’m fresh outta walmart
with a “boyz n the hood” shirt
she a good girl, in a short skirt
i could f*ck that b*tch till the wh0res hurt

- yung problem lyrics

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