Psst psst, you you
No no no no, you you you right there
Come here come here, right now, come here
Tell a b#tch get the f#ck here
I knew this b#tch was a drunk, she 21 and drink beer
b#tch wanna come to coochie land, everybody that walk in you gotta f#ck here
Let the pit walk through the crib, I got a mud here
Put a b#tch out, she need bus fare
Do the dash on the police, I’m like f#ck 12
Catch a body with my mask on, I’m like f#ck jail
Damn, that’s a closed case
Oh you took that b#tch out to eat? That’s my old date
n#gg#s still putting money in they- (Ahhhh)
n#gg#s still putting money in they couch and they bed, that’s my old safe
b#tch ask me how much- alright
You wanna know how- b#tch
I wanna know how much money that I got, I got a long bank
Walkin’ around with some dogs, she can buy an old Wraith
Oh you talkin’ bout like-
Are you talkin’ bout like, like one from like 2000 like-
Aight aight, oh you talkin’ bout-
I got a- Yeahhhh, f#ck!
I got a Playstation 5 but I don’t play the game, I let my hoes play it
Who are all the n#gg#s at the party? Let the hoes stay
Cookin’ in the kitchen, smell like old steak
b#tch pulled up with big lips and her nose fake
How the f#ck this b#tch watch yo- Damn
How the f#ck this b#tch wash her feet but her toes stank
Ewww you must not be getting in between them creases and sh#t
Laughin’ at this nasty #ss b#tch, you disgust me
I ain’t never said I love you, why you love me?
b#tch- Damn aight
b#tch dropped honey in my cup, did she drug me?
Met yo plug through yo auntie cousin, how you plug me?
b#tch I let you stay for 30 minutes, why you mug me?
In the club b#tch I should smack you up
Put the yeah in her ooh b#tch I should pack you up
Thick booty b#tch say she wanna ride my yeah, I had to back up
Hit her from the side of the bed
Ahhhh!
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Ysr Gramz & YN Jay Lyrics – Get The f#ck Here