PORSCHE Lyrics – Yung Tupperware
Singer: Yung Tupperware
Title: PORSCHE
Oh i did
Hopping out that porsche
I just f#cked up on that horse
This a million dollar beat
Do you wanna lick my treat?
We just made it out the hood
And you said we never could
Out the mud, yeah we out back
Let me count up this damn rack
b#tch i’m out here with my glock
Show these kids my big fat c#ck
I mean yung t going off
Fеtty wap come suck me off (off off off)
It’s pride month, now i’m gay
But this ain’t thе flex way
We gon hit the flex wave
Hit the generation brave
Opps, cops, mops, cops
Opps, cops, mops, cops
They called us one hit wonders, now we’re dropping number twos
All these shots land on my back, getting freaky with the booze
Opps, cops, mops, cops
Opps, cops, mops, cops
All these opps finna pull up, asking “yung t, how you do it?”
Took your b#tch and all your assets, how the f#ck you think i run shit?
And now we f#cking on a kid
Suckin on that sh#t
Thriving in our biz
I run up my hoes, i think i need to stop drinking
I drive 30 boats, end of day, yeah they all sinking
And now we topping all them charts
Lickin’ private parts
Learning martial arts
Refining all our music, think we started this easy?
Don’t wanna say it, but your raps they all sound cheesy
Opps, cops, mops, cops
Opps, cops, mops, cops
But this sh#t is f#cking heat, you might need a firefighter
Opps, cops, mops, cops
Opps, cops, mops, cops
Shut yo philly #ss up, at least i’m living life today
I got thirty bands hoe
I wanna suck a little kid and play the banjo
Lowkey, i need to rise
You wanna see your prize?
I need some hella bands, put it in my pants, we need some ties
You need to get that bag
I’m talkin’ moneybag
I wanna see you cry, but i wan’ really see you thrive
I wanna clown on you when you are put in the archive
You stupid b#tch, you stupid hoe, i wanna see you die
Hopping out that porsche
I just f#cked up on that horse
This a million dollar beat
Do you wanna lick my treat?
We just made it out the hood
And you said we never could
Out the mud, yeah we out back
Let me count up this damn rack
b#tch i’m out here with my glock
Show these kids my big fat c#ck
I mean yung t going off
Fetty wap come suck me off (off off off)
It’s pride month, now i’m gay
But this ain’t the flex way
We gon hit the flex wave
Hit the generation brave
Opps, cops, mops, cops
Opps, cops, mops, cops
Sliding in the bentley, all these opps making me wealthy
I might need some glocks, we finna pull up very stealthy
Opps, cops, mops, cops
Opps, cops, mops, cops
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