Ye lyrics

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Izaya Tiji


[Intro]
Woah, Blatt
(Whistle)
Ye, Ye, Ye, Ye
(Whistle)
Buh, Buh

[Verse]
Jugg that lil boy, damn, now he mad
Hit the gas, from Pompei
Spanish b*tch, ¡Olé!
He want some money? No way!
Choppa bullets cut 'em, like a steak (Like a steak)
Tight ass Ksubis, they think I'm gay
Send him them percs, but it's fakes (Whistle)
[?] Can't shake
She got some fake ass titties, new shape
She wanna kick it like Liu Kang
After we f*ck, I gotta hit the stu', man
She nasty as f*ck like some fruit cake
[?] Cmon, Im like Okay!
Ye, Ten beds in the bnb (Bee)
We got a lot of space
Walk in the bank like Hee Hee
I hit them black b*tches like Kiki
She wanna f*ck? Can't even meet me
She can't feel her legs, It's [?]
[?] I'm like ten-fold
f*ck yo lil' RICO, pop you then bro
Hop in that Tes', get through the get-go
Bad b*tches in the venue
Feel like a check, 'cause i am ten toes
Got more sticks than cedar
Op, cheat code
Choppa bullet eat 'em like doritos
And her feet smell like fritos
I got a perc, need those
My boy like Stitch, Im like Lilo
Look at that noodle feel like Mingo
Look at that noodle feel like Jhadin
You want a verse? Got a payment?
[?] Hatian
Look at that boy, lick him!
We gon pop that ass if you peekin'
OG gas but it's reekin'
Leave that boy chafin'
Leave him in pieces
[Outro]
Ha, ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha, yeah, yeah
Percs so real (Oh, damn)
Percs so real (Oh, oh)
Percs so real, percs so-percs so
Percs are, percs are (Ou)
Pizza, pizza
(Woah) (Yeah, pizza)
Ha, ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha (Yeah, yeah)
Ha (Yeah)
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