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09 - cheese! - yung trashi lyrics

[verse 1: trashi]
smile for the camera
your shorty a scammer
and a rat too and i caught her prancing
with your money she held you for ransom
call me tecca but i think he handsome
like ,my n*gga, who the f*ck is this rapping
he talking heat but we all know he capping
he sweating bullets but said he want action
he got a choppa, a bl!cky but we run him off real quickly
he want publicity but we make him sickly and put that boy out of his misery
we p*ss on his grave and ride off in the sunset for a motherf*cking happy ending
we took his card , he’s a bucket of lard and them purchases are still pending
he is not dead but we is still pressing him
make him leak yellow like a its chrysanthemum
i am an animal
imma rage out so dylan you might have to handle em
your mommy was sucking my genitals
drop and give me 10 like a general
how you flexing to the gram in muf*ckin’ a rental, n*gga?
hollup b*tch pass it back, handle that ,leave ya n*gga leaning like a bottle cap, h*lla racks, double tap
if a n*gga talking sh*t , leave em leaking like sewer rat, ratatat hit you with a d*mn bat
a n*gga just went off
b*tch i’m so cold , i feel like i went kristof
that n*gga got slumped and his b*tch got crisscrossed
pink speaker up on my feet, i’m geeked, with a travel bag full of glee
n*ggas want smoke with me, i leave em stomped out in the street, with cleats
flowers petals on my jeans, pink durag only for yo b*tch to see
and yes my ears do hurt and dylan really like them feet
[verse 2: trashi]
i get it poppin
my glasses is foggin
im feeling like dropping a n*gga
shorty was toppin me
i call that luxury
i told her come pose for a picture
i am not yung no more
i am not yung no more
she wanted thirteen, i told her that i was short
of thirteen dollars, for that foozetable
why you telling lies, you a lil fable
imma scoop ya shorty like a lil ladle
she a lil snack imma save her for later
im griping throats like i was darth vader
and if you talking heat then you a lil hater
and yous a lil trout b*tch imma big gator
n*gga come stop me, pop me
you is not popping stop it i am too fast like fiber optics
i was playing with p*ssies like shane dawson
dylan’ll come getcha if you get caught oppin

[verse 3: k!lldilly]
dilly come through and these b*tches gonna flip, aye
ice on my ring, ferragamo on my hip,aye
rockstar sh*t see the slits on my wrist aye
lil d*ck dilly but she still let me hit aye
know that’s ya girl but i don’t give a sh*t , aye
f*ck yo hoe, hit her once then i dip, aye
see the sl!ck moves see the fl!ck of the wrist, aye
think that i’m famous but i’m not even rich, aye
came out the mud, out the lamp like genie
grant him a wish like the boy named timmy
i got the choppa, can’t fight cause i’m skinny
got his hoe, in the clubhouse like i’m mickey
i be off the perc, i be acting real silly
i ain’t dylan, they call me lil dilly
said he want smoke, i told him come k!ll me
when i’m 21, in the bank, have a milli
in the courthouse, they ain’t finding me guilty
cooking up in the studio like it’s chilli
coming down ya block like santa and then chimney
spin his block one more time till im dizzy
ion want that b*tch, she look like mrs. piggy
big ole choppa got double d titties
don’t hit my line, she hit my trap phone
when i come through, break her backbone
knock, knock, knock, at your door. who’s home?
i don’t give a f*ck, my hair two toned
dont hit my phone, she hit my motorolla
these boys be lying, they snakes, they cobras
i be in the cut, in the field like a soldier
shoot him in the throat now he coughing like corona
40 in my pants and it’s looking like a b*n*r
you got no bev, i’m sipping arizona
all these boys be soft like a sofa
hit a p*ssy boy in a drive by in a toyota
he don’t want smoke, pass that boy a juul
these boys still getting caught in the school
all of you fake like glass, see through
when it comes to the end, i could never be you
record in my room on a snowball mic
i’m coming from nothing to off see the light
they only mad cause they know that i’m right
i don’t even say nothing now they wanna fight

- yung trashi lyrics

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