On My Vans WHOKILLEDXIX

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[Intro]
(B-B-Box cutters)

[Chorus: Yung Skayda]
Last night, he was talking on the 'Gram
Next week, he gon' see me in Japan
Last night, I was flexing on her man
Last night, I was flexing on her man
Last night, he was talking on the 'Gram
Next week, he gon' see me in Japan
Last night, I was flexing on her man
Last night, I was flexing on her man

[Verse 1: Yung Skayda]
This ain't no fucking costume, pussy, I got drip like a monsoon
If you try to kill me, from the dead, I'ma taunt you
I be making silly faces when I haunt you
In your bitch, I'm penetrating like a harpoon
Shot blast in my lap, it got knock back
Bad bitch, fat ol' ass, it got knock back
We delivering this heat, you can't top that
Making money, spreading evil, you can't stop that
Last night, you was fucking on the 'Gram
That's okay, last night I was working on the bands
Either way, I'ma get it how I want 'cause I can-can-can-can
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