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Yung Fuego
Yung Fuego
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Lyrics

I'm like yuh!
He a bitch I up the stick and let it show
DreamyBull I up the glock "I'm bouta blow"
Bad ho, shorty said she tryna fuck- send me the lo'
And that blicky on my hip I keep it everywhere I go
Oh I heard he got some bread, we gone take that
ARP gone hit him choppa give that boy a face tat
Find out where his place at, shoot him where his face at
Walk down on him, I don't care about no face mask (yuh)
Give that boy a toe tag,
She put the glock up in her purse that's a tote bag
Love my new bitch, she got more ass
Hating from the bench you a fan with yo broke ass
Hop up out the whip, it's a push start
Brodie get to swerving in that whip like this a go cart
She gone blow the pipe and get it shooting like a blow dart
In the trap playing with them keys/kilos like I'm Mozart
I'm on timing told her hop inside the V
Missy Elliot, someone need to come and "Get Your Freak"
Want a feat? He gone pay that fee
Gripping on my strap you would think I'm playing Wii
(probably think I'm playing Wii)
(I just fucked a ho and made her eat a plan b)
I'm like yuh!
He a bitch I up the stick and let it show
DreamyBull I up the glock "I'm bouta blow"
Bad ho, shorty said she tryna fuck- send me the lo'
And that blicky on my hip I keep it everywhere I go
Oh I heard he got some bread, we gone take that
ARP gone hit him choppa give that boy a face tat
Find out where his place at, shoot him where his face at
Walk down on him, I don't care about no face mask (yuh)
Written by: Yung Fuego
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