Yuki lyrics

[Intro: mitsu]
Welcome to summoner's rift
Eternal
Uh, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: mitsu]
I put Chrome on Chrome, my b*tches
Is that too much? Blame my vision
Like, I cannot breathe through the smoke
Like, literally, I do not listen
Pretty b*tch wanna bring come through, told her, "Bring a friend"
Now I got these two b*tches kissin'
Asian b*tch on my di*k when I [?]
She gon' hit up my phone like she missin' me
Just hop in the Benz, I hop in the coupe
b*tch got my name written all in her boobs
Snake bites on my lip, baby, pull on my hooves
b*tch told me her mouth was ready for use, oh-ohh
Tell me the truth
b*tch told me her mouth was ready for use
b*tch told me her mouth was ready for use
Snake bites on my lip, baby, pull on my piercings
How can you queue when it's already dead?
Sparkin' it up, [?] red
Count up my money, I'm breakin' this bread
I don't want yo' b*tch, I just want the head
Still hittin' Minji PC money spreads
I took a flight just to cop some Vete'
Chrome pendant up on my chest
She [?] on her neck
[Bridge: mitsu]
(Oh-ohh-ohh)
Welcome to summoner's rift
(Oh-ohh)
Go

[Chorus: mitsu]
Shoutout to my bro, kuru, he put me onto Yasuyuki
[?] on my head, I got Chrome Heart garments on my body (On my body)
[?] different visas, yeah, my life a movie (Life a movie)
It's a red eye
Count my money, yeah, I'm countin' green, got different currencies
[?]
Yo' b*tch on her knees, yeah, on her knees, for me
Yeah, I still rock that Hyein Seo, that sh*t not new to me
(Yeah, I still rock that Hyein Seo, that sh*t not new to me)

[Verse 2: mitsu]
[?] Margiela up on my f*cking face, huh (On my face)
b*tch name Yuki told me she gon' slide and let me taste (Ohh)
B-b*tch, I'm geekin' off an X, can barely feel my tongue
How the f*ck we go from brothers? Now you just my son
Go-oh-oh-ohh
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[Chorus: mitsu]
Shoutout to my bro, kuru, he put me onto Yasuyuki
[?] on my head, I got Chrome Heart garments on my body (On my body)
[?] different visas, yeah, my life a movie (Life a movie)
It's a red eye
Count my money, yeah, I'm countin' green, got different currencies
[?]
Yo' b*tch on her knees, yeah, on her knees, for me
Yeah, I still rock that Hyein Seo, that sh*t not new to me
(Yeah, I still rock that Hyein Seo, that sh*t not new to me)

[Verse 3: Ujin]
Rush her off her feet
[?] way too deep
Pockets red, [?] presidents, I'm feeling super booted
Closet dressed with [?], straight from Istanbul
Tatted like a f*ckin' Mexican, yeah, what's the move?
Smokin' on some good Kush, tryna get gone
Got his b*tch on her knees, prayin' on my downfall
Keep a switch [?], got to let it show
And his b*tch got on some JNCO's, had to let her know, ooh
I like all my thots in Chrome, on Chrome, on Chrome, on Chrome, Balenci'
Put him on a tele', now he no longer [?]
Nah, now I be on my chill sh*t, I'm still Mr. take-your-b*tch
Gunnin' for the ceiling, [?], she can feel it in her— b*tch
[Outro: mitsu]
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