Yagga Bxtch

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Milly rock, Milly rock
Got the rose on my sock
All the hoes they flock
Come in twos no Pac
Jimmy choos no guap
Bitches choose no guap
Talk shit, don't pop
I can never ever stop
Ima do it how you like it
Checking bodies like Nike
I got powers, I'm psychic
Forget the money, I'm priceless
You ain't following the process
Don't pay no mind, cuz you lost it
Tip toe, criss crossing
Cuban chain, ima cop it
Niggas really think they on this
Niggas really think they own this
Get out the way with your problems
I'm busy tryna show em something
Watch your neck, you keep bumping
Pull up, you Donald ducking
I swear you can't really trust me
I'm straight with it
I just come direct
They fuck with how I flex
They peeping how I smile, they peep my nine karat pecs
I'm the king of Wakanda
We don't listen to Chunda
The bitch is feisty, Kitana
I got her singing Rihanna
And I got grits on the stove
Don't let em get cold
The king got hoes
And that's just how it goes
They don't do it like Houdini do
Moving how I really move
Take over the city, you take care of my kiddies bitch it's

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Got it bitch
My dick like proportion bitch, lil bitch watch how you blow it out
Do this for Ferrari, I want it straight from the horses mouth
Don't wanna hear this bitch did this and that, get your shit sorted out
I want that knowledge, teach me shit that I ain't know about
On the other hand bro
They know who's the man bro
Please don't lick my hands hoe
That shit's for the fans bro
Yagga
Dripping, hella sloppy
Yagga
Got me feeling cocky
Yagga
Ain't no way to stop me
Yagga
'Cause I know who's topping
I ain't tried that shit, you could tell me what it feels like
Slick shit, raw flow, ingest it like it's still ripe
Smacking on that booty, I felt bad 'cause it ain't feel right
This the typa shit to get you lit right in your bed like
Come into the stu, I'm always ready, came prepared like
I don't like recycling and saying shit again like
Grits on the stove
Don't let em get cold
The king got hoes
That's just how it goes
They don't do it like Houdini do
Moving how I really move
Your best friend she finished me
After I completed you
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