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fabricate - yungblaket lyrics

yeah, yeah, yeah
f*ck her up, ain’t talking virginity
got a school shooter that n*gga name timothy
why you be talking on gram and ain’t hitting me?
said you be making the money, you sh*tting me
like a white b*tch, i love you infinity
blaket be spitting, my n*gga, you sicken me
ride with a bl!ck on my lap, and this b*tch imma tap, and the bro’s in the trap til’ the muhf*ckin’ end of me
f*ck it my n*gga, it don’t even matter
you a fake n*gga, i don’t want the dappers
one day you was my homie, the next you is not, so you do it again & i’m leaving with laughter

that’s that fabricate sh*t, n*gga
go up, like my birthday, n*gga
get paid, cause’ it’s work day, n*gga
heard yo’ tracks that a sh*ttuh’
woah, f*ck n*gga talking you got it
i divе in the doonies and caught it t. lockett
you posting thеm tracks & i swear they is not it
h town, you hoppin’
shut it down, 30 rounds
making that sh*t & it’s out of bounce
coming now, you a clown
do it in silence cause’ i do not play around

they loving yungblaket, i’m switching the beat up
like i’m michael jackson or chris, imma beat her
you f*ck with the heat so i’m bringing it back to back to back, logic said that heater
they lovin’ my c*ck and they follow the leader
you ain’t getting money, don’t ask for a feature
they sleep on yungblake he sick like the fever, or rona, the coma we f*ck in two seaters

- yungblaket lyrics

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