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where yo mom at? - yungxjxyy lyrics

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“what’s up wit’ y’all, what’s good wit’ y’all lil n*ggas man?”
“mmm”
(fa, fa, fa, fa)
(grr*ah)
“yjs”
mm i can’t feel my face in this b*tch
haha
“n*gga, where your mom at n*gga?”
i can’t feel my face in this b*tch (in this b*tch)
huh, i can’t feel my face in this b*tch? (in this b*tch?)
nah see
i can’t feel my face in this b*tch (in this b*tch)
i might f*ck up on yo aunty cause i’m lit (cause i’m lit)
spark em like a bic, we get lit!
my b*tch ouu, my b*tch thick
my b*tch thick*thick*i*dy
high as f*ck as infinity
i sip juice not hennessey
i got the remedy recipe
i got yo b*tch on my phone and she texting me s*xually
these n*ggas all in my comments with jealousy
i don’t give a f*ck lil n*gga respectfully
posted on the block like i’m muh*f*ckin sesame street, you gon a rip (grr, fa, fa, fa, fa)
feeling like zuko you gon meet this heat, put your face on a tee
why the f*ck thеse n*ggas think i sing, not rap? (p*ssy)
lil n*gga you ain’t got no drip you shop at gap
b*tch i’m, feeling like faygo the way i takе a f*ck n*gga off the map (aye, b*tch)
slide on that n*gga, get ripped like some seaweed
these n*ggas talking?
that nina show, that nina blow (aye)
don’t get pushed back (pushed back)
b*tch it’s yjs, watch who you look at (look at)
you ain’t got no straps up in that book bag (in that book bag)
know these n*ggas hate me, got em shook bad (oh my god)
know a couple n*ggas in the trap and they cook that (grrrr)
fa (fa, fa, fa)
i can’t look back (look back)
f*ck all that talking, lil n*gga shoulda stood back
smoking on my sticky, meet my bl!cky
where the goods at?
yo b*tch told me put d*ck up in her kidneys
ooh she took that
dead shot, trickshot a n*gga when it pull back (grrr, fa, fa, fa, fa)
laughing when that n*gga running like i’m watching school track (aye)
keep that choppa pointed ruler distance, n*gga scoot back (b*tch)
i might need my windows tinted n*gga i’m like who that? (skrt)
aye these n*ggas not bout it but we knew that (what the f*ck?)
talking bout that static?, n*gga shoot back (yea)
we know that’s a bb, you can’t shoot that (f*ck)
like tell me where the business is
i need that h*llcat, all black, i can’t race no genesis
if my n*ggas slide they spin back (skrr, skrr)
jugg you for your knickknacks, f*ck all the chitchat (yea)
choppa cook that beef like a big mac, big facts (yea)
no this not the matrix n*gga you can never weave that
that b*tch tryna f*ck me but, i’m like where the weed at? (hahaha)
big stacks n*gga i like big racks
laughing at these n*ggas i done did that, big facts (gleh)
(laughing at these n*ggas i done did that)
big (facts)

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