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​sentimental - ​yvngxchris lyrics

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[intro]
zaysk!llz

[verse 1: yvngxchris]
that my brother, my twin, i cannot forget him
fetty wap, i got jimmy choo on my denim
we gon’ wax him and get him off if he set him
f*ck that b*tch, then i leave, i’m not sentimental
“how the f*ck you gon’ shoot with no bullets?” don’t worry, my n*gga, my gang finna send ’em several
xanny, perc’, take the high to another level
money coming, might go get another bezel for my d*mn wrist
“who are you?” i be the man, b*tch
i’m finna tell your momma like i’m candice
sucked on my d*ck like a plane, i said, “can this d*ck fit inside you? ’cause i’m finna land this,” huh
yes, i got pеrfect attendance
short, fat whitе plug, look like prentiss, huh
that n*gga aim isn’t excellent, huh
like, how you gon’ shoot and then miss?
that n*gga funny like ed murphy
made a play for twenty*five, d*mn, i meant thirty
i just got done f*cking these b*tches mad early
d*mn, i just looked at my phone and it’s 5:30
told her her p*ssy was fishy, i’m not tryna f*ck, she confused, she like, “d*mn, is it that dirty?”
i’m way too lit off that d*mn perky
b*tch, i be up as a f*ck, no, you can’t hurt me
[verse 2: onlybino!]
choppa gon’ make that boy vanish
spark up a j on a whole ‘nother planet
oppers be hurting, they snitching like candice
run in his crib, take his sh*t like a bandit
me and lil’ chris in the cut like a bandage
we making bread and they wish that they had this
i was down bad, had to get to the cabbage
now look at bino, his pockets are [?]
b*tch, i ain’t playing games like a pickup
make a bag, bat it back like a hiccup
hit the dash on his block, it’s a stickup
said she bad, but she can’t keep my d*ck up (oh)
lil’ b*tch, my money, my money, my money, my money, my money, i’m needing it now
lil’ boy, i’m not sentimental, i ride with the metal, that sh*t get to gunning you down
and free all my dogs in the kennel, my foot on the pedal, i’m coming to get them boys out
i told you i’m not sentimental, i’m not sentimental, i’m just tryna f*ck and get out
no, i don’t f*ck with the jakes, know they bogus
yeah, i got all kind of ice on me, i’m frozen
know that lil’ bino the coldest (yeah)
i’m the one with all the motion (yeah)
no, i don’t show no emotion (yeah)
i rather sip on the potion (yeah)

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