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Hot Fries - Yung Ro
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Hot Fries Yung Ro

Hot Fries - Yung Ro
Oink
Oink, oink, oink, oink
Oink, oink
Oink, oink
Bitch
Uh huh

Put him in a bag, he hot fries
Give my youngin' a signal, he knows out your wifi
Gotta get close enough to give him a hi-five, I don't respect no drive by
(uh huh)
You can catch me in the cut like peroxide
My Glock got a drum like I'm working for Popeyes, I don't do all that rara
He not a gangsta he pussy
I pop his ass and send him upstairs, like im his big sister
Swipey no swipin' I hop out the bushes
If my bitch stay down, the im buying her dolce
But if bitch switch up, fuck it, im pullin' a OJ
Nipsey, I like to hustle, I like sin, my money double
Cross me then he know he in trouble, you'll think that im Luther the way that i'm bussin'
Choppa old and got a lil [?]
Bare this oh lord, this bitch got a lil rusty
They been had a curse on my block, some say I done got a lil lucky
Picture why the opp sister talkin bout, she don't want no dealings
I told that bitch get out yo feelings, your pussy only reason that your brother still livin'
Fuck wat yo friend said, your bro woulda been dead
Woulda fried his ass threw some powder on em
Had him lookin like Beignets
But im a rapper now so I really can't
Be on[?]
But what you expect when I was slangin' iron, before I thought of a mixtape
Im an upcoming artist you been late
My music hotter than [?]
Took the sticks out Tuesday and them bitches hit on that Wednesday
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