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houston (prod.eskry) - yunghean lyrics

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bro, i was like, the first time i got high, i was seeing flying 7’s and carpets my g my g

yea, b*tch i got the flame from houston
yea, b*tch i’m on the jet, leer, i’m crusin’
yes i be rappin’, dreams are not lucid
double my cup with some fluid
pass the b*tch off i assist it
grindin my t**th for the music
spend a whole bag, don’t need it
mary got the blunt
russian cream wrap, zooted (zoot!)

she learnin’ my vibe gotta read it
she goin’ all crazy gotta beat it (b*tch!)
only be high when i’m spittin’
only got crosses when i’m crissin’
whipin’ white chevys, tires glisten (skrt!)
yea, rubber to dirt and we burnin’
d*ckies and diamonds i’m drippin’
sevеns, elevens i’m wastin’
puffin’ and drinkin’ i’m twistin’ (too turnt in this b*tch!)
sus cornеr deals be tuff
want me to pull up (skrt!) gonna cost 50
playin’ it cute gotta incomin’ rickie (bow!, bow!)
rolex clock no tickey
when i bust it out, she get it sticky, sticky (wet!)
when i bust it down, she gave me l!cky, l!cky (guns!)
take your b*tch out, wetty
rentin’ vip, rainin’ like confetti
she wasn’t even ready (guala!)
i tell your lil b*tch to hold it steady
choppa, with a mascette
only fans baby
choppa sing sadie
stacks in her rack, stuffin’ lot’s of fetti
yea, b*tch i got the flame from houston
yea, b*tch i’m on the jet, leer, i’m crusin’
yes i be rappin’, dreams are not lucid
double my cup with some fluid
pass the b*tch off i assist it
grindin my t**th for the music
spend a whole bag, don’t need it
mary got the blunt
russian cream wrap, zooted (zoot!)

when i’m onna 20, don’t sleep
one watch rollie got two of them, phillipe
vv’s got your blinded, won’t see
diamonds not included they came with a fee
two*tone face color blue sea (blue!)
b*tches, look at me with glee
they don’t wanna see
the dark side of me
you gotta go and get it don’t nothin’ come free (nothin’!)
imma golden child popped out 14 (it’s yunghean!)

yea, b*tch i got the flame from houston
yea, b*tch i’m on the jet, leer, i’m crusin’
yes i be rappin’, dreams are not lucid
double my cup with some fluid
pass the b*tch off i assist it
grindin my t**th for the music
spend a whole bag, don’t need it
mary got the blunt
russian cream wrap, zooted (zoot!)
(b*tch!)
too fried!

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