Art Lord - Yankedout lyrics

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Art Lord - Yankedout lyrics

Why i ain't said sh** about your muhf**in drop Real recognise real tell these muhf**ers stop I dont really give a f** if they wanna f** with it $50 for a show homie tell em how i div it up Finished with the muhf**in wishin they could spit witchya b**hes flippin to lick the tip of the tit dick tissue Finna shift the whip to the E86 $50 for a show homie this is how i live b**hes Got no time for the muhf**in rest Hit the bu*ton on the bath watch the muhf**er lift Pull a book from the case see the wall 360 Shook from the gate, see they all flee quickly Where my party boys where my muhf**in wizards at Blunt conical like a muhf**in wizards hat Coolin in the back puffin who the f** am i sh** Can't see dis tell em glue they f**en eye lids Where my party boys where my muhf**in wizards at Blunt conical like a muhf**in wizards hat Coolin in the back puffin who the f** am i sh** Can't see dis tell em glue they f**en eye lids Then we chillin homie take care then Recoupin homie take care then Then we chillin homie take care then Recoupin homie take care then If they trippin let em trip blame b**by and the click If they trippin let em trip blame b**by and the click If they trippin let em trip blame b**by and the click If they trippin let em trip blame b**by and the click You munch up son? sup i eat food too You chow down? ay yo, girl me too! Me too? you like to eat dude? You like to eat food? i see you Grind along to my voice You know what i do with the poo poo poo boys Tell em you can't do a piss Get clumsy heavy handed as sh** I beat the beat up with this sense stunnin' sick flow I eat the dj up; I'm talking french onion diplo Im a gallon to a litre, you a sip bro Or maybe less, no offence, you just a drip, doe Of fresh sweat when i do my lip smacking sh** You bop to the beat and do some hip shaking sh** Drop the kit the seat and so some kid makin' sh** Do some ~s** in the club to this hit, baby~ sh** Get to mighty morhpin' when I'm heavy on the drink Smoke until I'm coughin' or 'til I vomit in the sink Forget to walk and talk then I might be off it for a week ‘cause my profit gettin' weak and I can't afford to f**in' eat Should quit the squeakin' out the beak ‘cause I ain't poor by any means Like my portion of the green mean ain't bored and in the street Anyway pause the damson's creek, gotchya launchin off your seat Ayo the chorus on repeat so order a coffin for this beat Then we chillin homie take care then Recoupin homie take care then Then we chillin homie take care then Recoupin homie take care then Then we chillin homie take care then Recoupin homie take care then Then we chillin homie take care then Recoupin homie take care then If they trippin let em trip blame b**by and the click If they trippin let em trip blame b**by and the click If they trippin let em trip blame b**by and the click If they trippin let em trip blame b**by and the click If they trippin let em trip blame b**by and the click If they trippin let em trip blame b**by and the click Im not a poo poo, boi Im a poo poo boi Let me handle my poo poos oi

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