Aye
Yung D
Let's get it
Brrrr
Uh
Yung D
She love the D
I don't want her
Want her team
That bitch foul
She need a T
Ain't got a heart
An empty ring
Diamonds shine like Afro sheen
Drive-bys in limousines
Shot him once
He said I mean
Shot him twice
That's first degree
Sweet-and-sour like some sauce
She came with clothes
I took them off
All black attire
But I ain't goth
Lie through your teeth
I'll make you floss
Kicking hoes like Randy Moss
You pussy niggas got menopause
Money clean
I wash it off
That's the cost to be a boss
Teen Titans bitch I'm Robin
Bullets sparking
Hit your noggin
Got a problem
I'm a solve it
And if I don't
Just call a doctor
Smoking gas
Somebody farted
Who ends the beef
Not about who started
Slipping up in Walmart
I'm a hit my target
(Dearly departed)
Yung D up in the Stu
.223 keep the .222
I beat my case
My lawyer Jew
Bitch if you touch me
I'm a Sue
I ball too hard
Call me Caillou
I sent some shots
Down through your roof
Then swerve off in a Bentley coupe
I pull some strings
Get you tied too
The shit I'm saying
Ain't enough
I could get you tied
Like double Dutch
I ball too hard
I come in clutch
F*cking bitches in a rush
Middle fingers to the judge
My life blows
Your life sucks
And I don't really give a f*ck
Shot my therapist
He knew too much
I'm Yung D
But you don't know me
I'm plotting on my homie
Cuz that nigga owe me
Watch him die slowly
Raised by my godfather
Ain't nothing holy
Masked up like a goalie
Don't talk dirty
Show me
And I'll be where the party be
Fashion statement
I put him on a Tee
Your whole crew buzzing
Filled with wannabes
And if he play
Send him up
The same place where Cardi B
Yung D
Brrr
Ba
Yung Dlo - Robin Lyrics
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English
Aye
Yung D
Let's get it
Brrrr
Uh
Yung D
She love the D
I don't want her
Want her team
That bitch foul
She need a T
Ain't got a heart
An empty ring
Diamonds shine like Afro sheen
Drive-bys in limousines
Shot him once
He said I mean
Shot him twice
That's first degree
Sweet-and-sour like some sauce
She came with clothes
I took them off
All black attire
But I ain't goth
Lie through your teeth
I'll make you floss
Kicking hoes like Randy Moss
You pussy niggas got menopause
Money clean
I wash it off
That's the cost to be a boss
Teen Titans bitch I'm Robin
Bullets sparking
Hit your noggin
Got a problem
I'm a solve it
And if I don't
Just call a doctor
Smoking gas
Somebody farted
Who ends the beef
Not about who started
Slipping up in Walmart
I'm a hit my target
(Dearly departed)
Yung D up in the Stu
.223 keep the .222
I beat my case
My lawyer Jew
Bitch if you touch me
I'm a Sue
I ball too hard
Call me Caillou
I sent some shots
Down through your roof
Then swerve off in a Bentley coupe
I pull some strings
Get you tied too
The shit I'm saying
Ain't enough
I could get you tied
Like double Dutch
I ball too hard
I come in clutch
F*cking bitches in a rush
Middle fingers to the judge
My life blows
Your life sucks
And I don't really give a f*ck
Shot my therapist
He knew too much
I'm Yung D
But you don't know me
I'm plotting on my homie
Cuz that nigga owe me
Watch him die slowly
Raised by my godfather
Ain't nothing holy
Masked up like a goalie
Don't talk dirty
Show me
And I'll be where the party be
Fashion statement
I put him on a Tee
Your whole crew buzzing
Filled with wannabes
And if he play
Send him up
The same place where Cardi B
Yung D
Brrr
Ba
Yung D
Let's get it
Brrrr
Uh
Yung D
She love the D
I don't want her
Want her team
That bitch foul
She need a T
Ain't got a heart
An empty ring
Diamonds shine like Afro sheen
Drive-bys in limousines
Shot him once
He said I mean
Shot him twice
That's first degree
Sweet-and-sour like some sauce
She came with clothes
I took them off
All black attire
But I ain't goth
Lie through your teeth
I'll make you floss
Kicking hoes like Randy Moss
You pussy niggas got menopause
Money clean
I wash it off
That's the cost to be a boss
Teen Titans bitch I'm Robin
Bullets sparking
Hit your noggin
Got a problem
I'm a solve it
And if I don't
Just call a doctor
Smoking gas
Somebody farted
Who ends the beef
Not about who started
Slipping up in Walmart
I'm a hit my target
(Dearly departed)
Yung D up in the Stu
.223 keep the .222
I beat my case
My lawyer Jew
Bitch if you touch me
I'm a Sue
I ball too hard
Call me Caillou
I sent some shots
Down through your roof
Then swerve off in a Bentley coupe
I pull some strings
Get you tied too
The shit I'm saying
Ain't enough
I could get you tied
Like double Dutch
I ball too hard
I come in clutch
F*cking bitches in a rush
Middle fingers to the judge
My life blows
Your life sucks
And I don't really give a f*ck
Shot my therapist
He knew too much
I'm Yung D
But you don't know me
I'm plotting on my homie
Cuz that nigga owe me
Watch him die slowly
Raised by my godfather
Ain't nothing holy
Masked up like a goalie
Don't talk dirty
Show me
And I'll be where the party be
Fashion statement
I put him on a Tee
Your whole crew buzzing
Filled with wannabes
And if he play
Send him up
The same place where Cardi B
Yung D
Brrr
Ba
Writer: Yung DLo
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