Yori - R C X D lyrics
[Yori - R C X D lyrics]
You on that bitch shit, nigga bitch shit
(bitch shit) bitch shit, nigga, bitch shit
You on that bitch shit
Bitch shit, nigga bitch shit
You on that bitch shit
Bitch shit, nigga bitch shit
You on that bitch shit
Bitches getting angry, niggas getting jealous
Niggas fighting at my shows
Hoes arguing in my comments
Money, baby yoyo, I’m a star, shitting on em
Getting to the money like a boss
Where my office i ain’t got one hoe tryna
Tell me bout my confidence
Pulled up to the spot, tie me off like a
Slide up to the top
Look me in the eyes honey
I can’t feel my legs, bitch
I can’t feel my arms
Guap got me walking with a limp
Squad beating on they chest
They lookin like chimps
I got Modern Warfare aim, nigga dip
Fore I blip
Send 30 million shots from the clip
Some of these rappers said they
Hate me holy shit
They say they hate me but I
Don’t ever see them bitches
Rest in peace Fred
Boy I know he waiting on me
But I got bands I plan on bringing up to him
That bitch gon bop bop, bop bop bop
That bitch gon give me neck till my heart
It drop
Cash money coupe, Bentley coupe with a thot
That hoe gon give me neck like she dracula
That bitch gon bop bop, bop bop bop
That bitch gon give me neck till my heart
It drop
Cash money coupe, bentley coupe with a thot
That hoe gon give me neck like she dracula
Don’t make me mop shit
Fade him like he mop shit say she next
She grab my dick with some chopsticks
Fuck the opps
I might pull up on your mom bitch
Nigga neck turning red
Like what’s wrong bitch
Don’t get you gone bitch, I’m having fun
She tied a knot with the
Stem around her tongue
I can’t move like these niggas that shit dumb
Yoyo surfin to the money like what’s up
He be fronting on me, he ain’t from the mud
He ain’t ran a single fade in like a month
Said he got beef with me, yea he got a bunch
I’ma eat his hoe for motherfucking lunch
I’m so picky with my beats, silk touch
I’m so trash, man my beats, they my crutch
Niggas mad, mad at me, got a grudge
Got my aim it at your stomach
You on that bitch shit, nigga bitch shit
(bitch shit) bitch shit, nigga, bitch shit
You on that bitch shit
Bitch shit, nigga bitch shit
You on that bitch shit
Bitch shit, nigga bitch shit
You on that bitch shit
You on that bitch shit, nigga bitch shit
(bitch shit) bitch shit, nigga, bitch shit
You on that bitch shit
Bitch shit, nigga bitch shit
You on that bitch shit
Bitch shit, nigga bitch shit
You on that bitch shit
You on that bitch shit, nigga bitch shit
(bitch shit) bitch shit, nigga, bitch shit
You on that bitch shit
Bitch shit, nigga bitch shit
You on that bitch shit
Bitch shit, nigga bitch shit
You on that bitch shit
You on that bitch shit, nigga bitch shit
(bitch shit) bitch shit, nigga, bitch shit
You on that bitch shit
Bitch shit, nigga bitch shit
You on that bitch shit
Bitch shit, nigga bitch shit
You on that bitch shit
(bitch shit) bitch shit, nigga, bitch shit
You on that bitch shit
Bitch shit, nigga bitch shit
You on that bitch shit
Bitch shit, nigga bitch shit
You on that bitch shit
Bitches getting angry, niggas getting jealous
Niggas fighting at my shows
Hoes arguing in my comments
Money, baby yoyo, I’m a star, shitting on em
Getting to the money like a boss
Where my office i ain’t got one hoe tryna
Tell me bout my confidence
Pulled up to the spot, tie me off like a
Slide up to the top
Look me in the eyes honey
I can’t feel my legs, bitch
I can’t feel my arms
Guap got me walking with a limp
Squad beating on they chest
They lookin like chimps
I got Modern Warfare aim, nigga dip
Fore I blip
Send 30 million shots from the clip
Some of these rappers said they
Hate me holy shit
They say they hate me but I
Don’t ever see them bitches
Rest in peace Fred
Boy I know he waiting on me
But I got bands I plan on bringing up to him
That bitch gon bop bop, bop bop bop
That bitch gon give me neck till my heart
It drop
Cash money coupe, Bentley coupe with a thot
That hoe gon give me neck like she dracula
That bitch gon bop bop, bop bop bop
That bitch gon give me neck till my heart
It drop
Cash money coupe, bentley coupe with a thot
That hoe gon give me neck like she dracula
Don’t make me mop shit
Fade him like he mop shit say she next
She grab my dick with some chopsticks
Fuck the opps
I might pull up on your mom bitch
Nigga neck turning red
Like what’s wrong bitch
Don’t get you gone bitch, I’m having fun
She tied a knot with the
Stem around her tongue
I can’t move like these niggas that shit dumb
Yoyo surfin to the money like what’s up
He be fronting on me, he ain’t from the mud
He ain’t ran a single fade in like a month
Said he got beef with me, yea he got a bunch
I’ma eat his hoe for motherfucking lunch
I’m so picky with my beats, silk touch
I’m so trash, man my beats, they my crutch
Niggas mad, mad at me, got a grudge
Got my aim it at your stomach
You on that bitch shit, nigga bitch shit
(bitch shit) bitch shit, nigga, bitch shit
You on that bitch shit
Bitch shit, nigga bitch shit
You on that bitch shit
Bitch shit, nigga bitch shit
You on that bitch shit
You on that bitch shit, nigga bitch shit
(bitch shit) bitch shit, nigga, bitch shit
You on that bitch shit
Bitch shit, nigga bitch shit
You on that bitch shit
Bitch shit, nigga bitch shit
You on that bitch shit
You on that bitch shit, nigga bitch shit
(bitch shit) bitch shit, nigga, bitch shit
You on that bitch shit
Bitch shit, nigga bitch shit
You on that bitch shit
Bitch shit, nigga bitch shit
You on that bitch shit
You on that bitch shit, nigga bitch shit
(bitch shit) bitch shit, nigga, bitch shit
You on that bitch shit
Bitch shit, nigga bitch shit
You on that bitch shit
Bitch shit, nigga bitch shit
You on that bitch shit