Best Rapper lyrics
by Yung God
[Intro]
Hahahaha, Yung God, Yung God, Yung God, Yung God, Yung God, Yung God, Yung God, Yung God, Yung God, swag, swag, swag, swag, Yung God, Yung God, Yung God, Yung God, b*tch Mob, b*tch Mob, b*tch Mob, b*tch Mob, swag
[Verse 1]
n*gga I rep that b*tch Mob, based clique
Yung God, motherf*ck a chorus
This is why I'm hot, nah this is why I'm scorching
I don't write no lyrics, I play the beat and just record it
The b*tch pus*y storming, raining, flood, warning, hailstorm, I'm on
b*tches on my di*k I break her back, like a pile on her
f*ck your main b*tch, and then I let my n*ggas pile on her
pus*y change like pom-poms, b*tches out in Hong Kong
Wreck sh*t like King Kong, terrorist my weed bong
Basedworld.com ride your b*tch, Armstrong
[Verse 2]
Shoutout to my n*gga Red Boy from that bank care
b*tch suck that di*k for that money call her bank care
Swag, hoes, money, thats a triple thread
b*tch already leaking through her panties, and I ain't even touch the pus*y yet
I'm on deck, I killed two hundred songs, so what the f*ck's next?
You can have her body n*gga, I just want the hand sex
Leave your b*tch with a sore neck, I pulled up in a Corvette
Nah, walked up in them dirty Vans, I ain't tryna buy no car yet
But I still got three or four stacks, with five more in a grocery sack
I f*cks with Lil B from The Pack, I take your b*tch she won't come back, Yung God
[Outro]
Based freestyle, based freestyle, n*ggas, if you n*ggas dont believe me, I got the motherf*cking recorded videos [?] and sh*t, I just ain't release them all again
Based freestyle, no pen no pad, there's nothing to the Yung God you feel me, shouts out to b*tch Mob, based clique n*gga, based freestyle, Yung God b*tch, swag