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hooligans (feat. mak sauce) - yung tanna lyrics

[intro]
yea
ima get a bag we we up
once i get a bag we up
slatt say it’s up then it’s stuck
slatt say yea

[verse: yung tanna]
spend a rack on a bottle of angelic gimme brain so i call her professor
gimme brain so i call her professor
i’m the main topic b*tch im the header x2
b*tch i’m the header
ima get a bag we up once we get a bag we up
why you always plotting you need some help
if you want a problem you could dealt
gon take ya chain so don’t go by yourself
ima private plane b*tch im on the top shelf
you tried to ride the wave but you rode by yourself
why your pockets low you need some help
i start the wave more than michael phelps
ya b*tch gon rate more than on the yelp
[lets go]
get in a bed i tell her get in the bed
i’m talking all on the bed (what)
i tell her gimme the head i’m goin all the way (skrr)
sipping on real red i’m talking whole lotta waves
whole lotta stacks ina bed
these racks cannot fit in my pocket i’m talking bout sagging yea all on my leg (bag)
feds got him plotting you see how i’m rocking they see i’m the wave (bag)
you talking bout paying commission i tell them i’m dripping im dripping in swag (swag)
yea whole lotta racks you know what i’m saying you know we gon slatt (let’s go)
aim at ya head
i’m boutta slatt
i’m finna slatt x2
arm & leg f*ck that bih
counting cash, these diamonds splash
my fit on splash counting stacks
feel my wrath x2
bih do the math x2
counting cash ina lab
f*ck it up these racks on splash (say what)
splashing up
cut it up
bih f*ck it up
yo b*tch f*ck it up (bag)
i’m cutting up, f*ck it up (bag), yea
[verse 2: mak sauce]
slow down, b*tch i’m a godd*mn hooligan (uh)
like glock 22 when i’m shooting it
free riding coupe best believe i’m on roof wit it
skrr, pop, what (skrr)
knock a n*gga out his sock selling wop (wop)
i got motherf*ckin b*tches ona dock shaking tw*t (tw*t)
do you know what i mean (yea)
glock wit a brand new beam knock a n*gga out his regular jeans (frrr)
pull up ina coupe like who dat (skrr)
glock knock a n*gga out his crew neck (frrr)
f*ck the bih make she squirt (yuh)
knock a n*gga out his t*shirt yea
know this glock extension pull up brand new 223 (skrr)
mac 11, draco pull up spinning (buh buh buh)
guap the only thing on my mind i gotta get it yea (cash)
go to the tippity top lil baby
whole bunch of b*tches they drive me crazy
f*ck n*gga wopped got a n*gga lazy
naughty hoe i’m tryn have her baby
skrr, skrr, skrr
speed racing these n*ggas can’t keep up (skrr)
buss a nut and then leave her
smoke a blunt with my feet up (uh)
dripping hard like this ceasar
set it off gon tease her on
go ape like vegeta
suck the d*ck for my knee lock (suck it)
goat life like 2 pac
try to run off get 2 pac*ed (yass)

- yung tanna lyrics

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