YN Jay: Plastic Surgery
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YN Jay: Plastic Surgery
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Ooh, Jet
Like how, you little bitch
I'm just tryna figure out, you know
Bad bitch, but her breath stank, she need Colgate
How the fuck you got a crooked face, but your nose straight? (Ooh)
Left your brain splattered on the wall, looked like old paint
Damn, I think this bitch got plastic surgery, is your nose fake? (Ugh)
The only place I ever took a bitch out was a Subway (Huh?)
Brand new Dior jacket from the runway (Ooh)
I learned how to cook crack at a young age (Whip)
She sellin' pussy out of OnlyFans, fuck a Backpage (Damn)
I just beat this bitch doonies down, made my back ache
Damn, I gotta drink a lil' Wock to make me rap straight (Wocky)
I just pulled up with a ski mask with a black cape
Still be the realest nigga ever if I act fake
Fuck it, I'ma go hit this bitch with my socks off (Fuck)
I had three bitches suckin' dick up at Topgolf (Huh?)
Poured a 7 of Wockanda then I started noddin' off (Wockanda)
I just bought an AR-15 at the Aloft (Bow-bow-bow)
Freak bitch give me good head, it was all top
Nigga, you ain't finna use that gun, you a mall cop
Bitch suck dick so long, haa
Bitch suck dick so long, make her jaws lock
I just poured a 7 in the 2, 'bout to fall out (Wow)
Walk in your baby mama house with my cock out
Brought a draco with a hundred round drum to the steakhouse (Brrt)
I be takin' bitches to McDonalds, I don't do dates now
Tried to catch a play in the woods, make my call drop
All them freak bitches at the shows, I bring 'em all out
I just left the pit off the leash, let my dog out
I just paid my nigga Lucho bond, let my dawg out (Woah)
I'ma beat my bitch ass if she talk to random people (Huh?)
MAC-10's, F&N's and Desert Eagle's (Damn)
I think I got gonorrhea, doc bring a needle (Don't tell 'em), huh?
Rockstar just like the fuckin' Beetles (Yeah)
Left my lil' cousin at the crib, he be scammin' people
Big gun, bitch go "Boom," I be blammin' people (Boom)
Bitch got some saggy ass titties, she got granny issues
Nigga got a little ass stick, that's your granny pistol
If you ain't suckin' dick, I might as well just dismiss you
Had the gang nut on her face and she just kissed you (Ugh)
Boogers on my neck, achoo, pass me a tissue (Achoo)
Pull up on your block, boom, bow, with a damn missile (Bow-bow-bow-bow)
Nigga, you ain't got no gun, that's your mans pistol
Nigga died in other people's beef, that's your mans issue
Hundred thousand, haa, fuck
Hundred thousand dollars in my pants, I got band issues
I just pulled up with a drumline, keep a band with you
AK-47 with the drum, I ain't playin' with you
I just wanna fuck you then I'm gone, I ain't stayin' with you
I don't ever cuddle with no bitch, I ain't layin' with you
No fat hoes allowed in my bedroom (No)
Janky ass nigga, I got like twenty-two face tattoos
You could fuck the homie, on God, I ain't mad at you (Yeah)
My grandma eighty-five and she still is a prostitute (Yeah)
I had three hoes suckin' my dick in a dog cage
You ever bought a Glock .45 in a Barclays? (Bow)
Had my bitch fuckin' bitches, she go both ways (Both ways)
Send her home in a Greyhound, fuck an airplane (Nyoom)
Send that bitch home in a fuckin' Greyhound, fuck an airplane
Ooh, Jet
Like how, you little bitch
I'm just tryna figure out, you know
Bad bitch, but her breath stank, she need Colgate
How the fuck you got a crooked face, but your nose straight? (Ooh)
Left your brain splattered on the wall, looked like old paint
Damn, I think this bitch got plastic surgery, is your nose fake? (Ugh)
The only place I ever took a bitch out was a Subway (Huh?)
Brand new Dior jacket from the runway (Ooh)
I learned how to cook crack at a young age (Whip)
She sellin' pussy out of OnlyFans, fuck a Backpage (Damn)
I just beat this bitch doonies down, made my back ache
Damn, I gotta drink a lil' Wock to make me rap straight (Wocky)
I just pulled up with a ski mask with a black cape
Still be the realest nigga ever if I act fake
Fuck it, I'ma go hit this bitch with my socks off (Fuck)
I had three bitches suckin' dick up at Topgolf (Huh?)
Poured a 7 of Wockanda then I started noddin' off (Wockanda)
I just bought an AR-15 at the Aloft (Bow-bow-bow)
Freak bitch give me good head, it was all top
Nigga, you ain't finna use that gun, you a mall cop
Bitch suck dick so long, haa
Bitch suck dick so long, make her jaws lock
I just poured a 7 in the 2, 'bout to fall out (Wow)
Walk in your baby mama house with my cock out
Brought a draco with a hundred round drum to the steakhouse (Brrt)
I be takin' bitches to McDonalds, I don't do dates now
Tried to catch a play in the woods, make my call drop
All them freak bitches at the shows, I bring 'em all out
I just left the pit off the leash, let my dog out
I just paid my nigga Lucho bond, let my dawg out (Woah)
I'ma beat my bitch ass if she talk to random people (Huh?)
MAC-10's, F&N's and Desert Eagle's (Damn)
I think I got gonorrhea, doc bring a needle (Don't tell 'em), huh?
Rockstar just like the fuckin' Beetles (Yeah)
Left my lil' cousin at the crib, he be scammin' people
Big gun, bitch go "Boom," I be blammin' people (Boom)
Bitch got some saggy ass titties, she got granny issues
Nigga got a little ass stick, that's your granny pistol
If you ain't suckin' dick, I might as well just dismiss you
Had the gang nut on her face and she just kissed you (Ugh)
Boogers on my neck, achoo, pass me a tissue (Achoo)
Pull up on your block, boom, bow, with a damn missile (Bow-bow-bow-bow)
Nigga, you ain't got no gun, that's your mans pistol
Nigga died in other people's beef, that's your mans issue
Hundred thousand, haa, fuck
Hundred thousand dollars in my pants, I got band issues
I just pulled up with a drumline, keep a band with you
AK-47 with the drum, I ain't playin' with you
I just wanna fuck you then I'm gone, I ain't stayin' with you
I don't ever cuddle with no bitch, I ain't layin' with you
No fat hoes allowed in my bedroom (No)
Janky ass nigga, I got like twenty-two face tattoos
You could fuck the homie, on God, I ain't mad at you (Yeah)
My grandma eighty-five and she still is a prostitute (Yeah)
I had three hoes suckin' my dick in a dog cage
You ever bought a Glock .45 in a Barclays? (Bow)
Had my bitch fuckin' bitches, she go both ways (Both ways)
Send her home in a Greyhound, fuck an airplane (Nyoom)
Send that bitch home in a fuckin' Greyhound, fuck an airplane
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