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​p​aul blart ! - ​yvngxchris lyrics

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[intro: yvngxchris]
yeah, yeah*yeah, yeah, yeah*yeah
yeah, yeah*yeah, yeah*yeah, okay
what? alright, yeah, d*mn
d*mn, d*mn, d*mn, ayy

[verse 1: yvngxchris]
he talkin’ sh*t, i’ma slide to his residence
that n*gga ’bout to get shot at his residence
who said it’s me, n*gga where is your evidence?
put the d*ck in her, she said that it’s excellent
he talkin’ crazy, that n*gga irrelevant
i was ’bout to shoot him but i was hesitant
“how long is you goin’?” my n*gga, indefinite
latina b*tch, i mistake her for mexican

[verse 2: sinzsuicide]
hi, my name sinz and i post with a ar
hey p*ssy n*gga, don’t f*ck off my radar
just f*cked two b*tches, forgot what there names are
i f*cked yo’ b*tch in the back of a cop car
b*tches up all on my d*ck, yeah, i rock hard
off the tech, divide the checks where my opps are
you a fat opp, you a b*tch, you a paul blart
we pullin’ up with ak’s in a golf cart
[verse 3: yvngxchris & sinzsuicide]
ayo, chris, what’s up, what’s this?
just got me a rocket and this is the clip
pull up to the party, huh, sorry not sorry
it’s ’bout to start barkin’, pull up in the darkness
ayo, sinz, h*llo, young p*ss
just got me a choppa, that b*tch got some kick
oh, really? oh sh*t
do you ever miss? i can’t ever miss
i’m too good with the stick, i’m too good with that sh*t
wait, how many b*tches? got two in this b*tch
i’m makin’ a pick with a b*tch in the crib
that boy talkin’ sh*t, put a k to his rib
he still talkin’ funny, just ran in his crib
headshot got to do with me ’cause your mans is a b*tch
bands in this b*tch, finna throw hands in this b*tch
i told her to shut up, i have to answer this b*tch

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