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sour thrash kids - yvngmyers lyrics

[intro]
(eskry, turn that sh*t up, man)

[verse]
steppin’ with your b*tch (i step), fixin’ for a hit (fixin’ for a hit)
ain’t no junkie b*tch (b*tch), both hands on the b*tch
sloppy top, what a fit, this that misfit sh*t
make your b*tch submit, now she call me daddy
your ass just told me, hit you out to orbit
oh sh*t, you came down rewarded
we came up important
tec*9 to your hair, now you’ll get deported
i’m driving with molly, molly, perky, sir
this brain so good, i got accepted early
this that mask boy sh*t
always silent bullsh*t, now i’m really p*ssed
droppin’ money for the h*ll of it
titty just went stiff
party gettin’ lit
spit up on my d*ck
now she threw a fit
such a hypocrite
your sh*t counterfeit
this girl goin’ apesh*t ’cause my diamonds hefty, b*tch
you’s a yellow b*tch
yeah, you’s a yellow b*tch
push the safety, now you think it’s safe to snitch (oh, you snitched?)
tec*9 poppin’ sh*t
ooh, this tec*9 hollow sh*t
pointin’ off the wall and let my sniper k!ll the b*tch
now she dead as sh*t, now she dead as sh*t
what you expect when you talk up to the king of hits?
kiss my ring, lil’ kid
you ain’t see the bullet zip, i guess my d*mn sh*t sci*fi
hold up, standby
so you thought you was a tough guy ’til you step up and get fish fried
guacamole on the side
seventeen, d*mn, bullseye
yeah, i’m feelin’ rich
d*mn, i’m feelin’ rich
14k in three months, yeah, a n*gga gettin’ rich
just stopped hittin’, b*tch
just stopped hittin’, b*tch
magnify that sh*t and see if you can pay me sh*t
why you abstain, b*tch?
how ’bout i just pull that sh*t?
pull the plug, drop your guard
guess i’m not allowed here, son
aka not back air bud
now i’m full of it, i’m just poppin’ sh*t
i’m just walkin’ sh*t
halo slayer, moshpit b*tch
this that weave and sh*t
this some mask boy sh*t
i cooked the whole crew
now it’s missed by, take your b*tch, bye

- yvngmyers lyrics

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