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wimpy kid - yungxjxyy lyrics

hahahaha
“yjs”
grr grr bah
that b*tch tryna, uh aye aye (b*tch)
that b*tch tryna f*ck wit* i know
(that b*tch tryna)
hahahaha (ha, ha)
that b*tch tryna? uh huh aye
that b*tch tryna f*ck with a (huh aye)
ah ha ha
(n*gga speak the f*ck up)
(shut the f*ck up)
n*gga what i said was

[chorus]
ew that b*tch tryna link with me i think she got cooties (f*ck)
that boy tryna beef with me? (haha)
ima do that p*ssy ass n*gga like his pops do his moms when he drunk
punch a n*gga right in his mouth
slap that lil n*gga like a pimp, talking bout n*ggas that you better than
i’m just a young n*gga from the south, that really don’t give no f*cks about (b*tch)
any large amount of f*cking clout, watch yo f*cking mouth (fah)
you the type of n*gga stub yo toe and say owie (p*ssy)
said you getting b*tches n*gga?
this n*gga built like rowley, you a wimpy kid
you the type of n*gga to get played by a hoe, then go simp again
i’m the type of n*gga to fall in love, with them benjamins
my b*tch really really bad as f*ck, yo b*tch cross eyed (ew)
she like “jayy how the f*ck you get them bands?”
b*tch i work at popeyes
[verse]
b*tch i eat my veggies strong as f*ck like i’m popeye (aye)
if a p*ssy n*gga (fah) talking down then its bye bye (b*tch)
serve that lil boy on a plate like a pot pie
said we got a problem n*gga? (sorry to inform you sir) but this problem not mine
don’t get kidnapped put you in a knot like hogties
hit him with a 6 lil n*gga that’s a 5.5 (fah, fah)
smoking on yo mans n*gga that’s what he got shot by
this stick allergic to these nutty n*ggas like pecan pie (ew)
i just think it’s funny (ha, ha) how these b*tches want me n*gga i just want the money (yeah)
you can act tough but ain’t sh*t sweet like some honey (nah)
that’s ya b*tch ask her, the sh*t that’s upsetting her tummy (yeah)
she texted you goodnight but she really getting pipe up in this onesie
like b*tch i’m really on my scum sh*t (aye) f*ck it (f*ck it)
i can really take ya b*tch and take all of her knowledge, give her back now she a dumb b*tch
now you mad as f*ck cause she trippin off of dumb sh*t (yeah)
n*gga give it up
n*gga that’s yo girl? (hahaha) n*gga that’s a b*tch that i’m done with (bye bye)
tired of chasing bands but that’s a bag ima run with (yeah)
i said f*ck them parties n*gga i ain’t with that fun sh*t (f*ck it)
30 in that magazine now n*gga that’s a fun kit
glocky get to (bah, bah) glocky get to thumping
(what the f*ck?)
(h*llo?)
(oh my god is this yungxjxyy, can we link?)
[chorus]
ew that b*tch tryna link with me i think she got cooties (f*ck)
that boy tryna beef with me? (haha)
ima do that p*ssy ass n*gga like his pops do his moms when he drunk
punch a n*gga right in his mouth
slap that lil n*gga like a pimp, talking bout n*ggas that you better than
i’m just a young n*gga from the south, that really don’t give no f*cks about (b*tch)
any large amount of f*cking clout, watch yo f*cking mouth (fah)
you the type of n*gga stub yo toe and say owie (p*ssy)
said you getting b*tches n*gga?
this n*gga built like rowley, you a wimpy kid
you the type of n*gga to get played by a hoe, then go simp again
i’m the type of n*gga to fall in love, with them benjamins
my b*tch really really bad as f*ck, yo b*tch cross eyed (ew)
she like “jayy how the f*ck you get them bands?”
b*tch i work at popeyes
(b*tch i work at)
(b*tch i work at)
(b*tch i work at)
(b*tch i work at popeyes)

- yungxjxyy lyrics

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