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Juv3y - THE YELLOW KID IN McFADDENS FLAT Lyrics



Juv3y - THE YELLOW KID IN McFADDENS FLAT Lyrics
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Only had time to write cause Grams was in the hospital
Gramps was in the hospital
Ain't finding life too comical
Shit my aunt in the hospital
But only as support
Drive to work like it's a sport
Wishin' I could teleport
We can't connect open up the port
I've opened up some gateways, money goin' this way, money goin' that way
Homie trynna play 40K
Yeah I talk that Warhammer
I roll that dice, take four damage
Check my brain, it got damaged
I can read you several passages
Livin' my life, no rose gold glasses
I think my ass payin' several taxes, already broke, got paid last week
Not finding no jobs
Thinkin it's odd
F*ck a facade
I'm in iraq
On that block I slang that rock
Prayin to God, til caught by Swat
For the hot steel, I own
Bitches wanna bone
But they work for the cellular agency
And they say it ain't that deep, when a beast out to sea
Handin' out cryptocurrency, and it's free
This that modern slavery
I heard about an armory, you heard about some robberies
I swear to f*ck, it wasn't me
Don't ask about no masonry
33, the degrees
I know about that masonry
Cause I'm stoned while at work
Got morphine, ain't got no perks
Can't find Codeine, I'll make it work
Shit, shit, shit, shit, I said, I said, I'll make it work
Shit, shit, shit, shit, I said, I said, I'll make it work
Shit, shit, shit, shit, I said, I said, I'll make it work
Shit, shit, shit, shit, I said, I said, I'll make it work
Baby girl, pull up your skirt
I'ma show you what you worth
I don't like when bitches twerk, probably cause it's not on me
I'm Jewish V, yous' a Nazi
Somethin' bout a paper clip
Grab that Canik and empty clips
I ain't watch that f*ckin' eclipse
Knowing the Father, he bringin' his judgment
Goin the court, the jury got summoned
I think I got some omen, these bitches always moanin
I need some f*ckin' money, it really isn't funny
She actin' like a dummy when I threw her in the Humvee
Know I f*ckin' love thee
Know I f*ckin' love V
Pull up and I'm stuntin, bitch, I ain't your husband
Bitch, I need them funds then, f*ck, I got an erection
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Only had time to write cause Grams was in the hospital
Gramps was in the hospital
Ain't finding life too comical
Shit my aunt in the hospital
But only as support
Drive to work like it's a sport
Wishin' I could teleport
We can't connect open up the port
I've opened up some gateways, money goin' this way, money goin' that way
Homie trynna play 40K
Yeah I talk that Warhammer
I roll that dice, take four damage
Check my brain, it got damaged
I can read you several passages
Livin' my life, no rose gold glasses
I think my ass payin' several taxes, already broke, got paid last week
Not finding no jobs
Thinkin it's odd
F*ck a facade
I'm in iraq
On that block I slang that rock
Prayin to God, til caught by Swat
For the hot steel, I own
Bitches wanna bone
But they work for the cellular agency
And they say it ain't that deep, when a beast out to sea
Handin' out cryptocurrency, and it's free
This that modern slavery
I heard about an armory, you heard about some robberies
I swear to f*ck, it wasn't me
Don't ask about no masonry
33, the degrees
I know about that masonry
Cause I'm stoned while at work
Got morphine, ain't got no perks
Can't find Codeine, I'll make it work
Shit, shit, shit, shit, I said, I said, I'll make it work
Shit, shit, shit, shit, I said, I said, I'll make it work
Shit, shit, shit, shit, I said, I said, I'll make it work
Shit, shit, shit, shit, I said, I said, I'll make it work
Baby girl, pull up your skirt
I'ma show you what you worth
I don't like when bitches twerk, probably cause it's not on me
I'm Jewish V, yous' a Nazi
Somethin' bout a paper clip
Grab that Canik and empty clips
I ain't watch that f*ckin' eclipse
Knowing the Father, he bringin' his judgment
Goin the court, the jury got summoned
I think I got some omen, these bitches always moanin
I need some f*ckin' money, it really isn't funny
She actin' like a dummy when I threw her in the Humvee
Know I f*ckin' love thee
Know I f*ckin' love V
Pull up and I'm stuntin, bitch, I ain't your husband
Bitch, I need them funds then, f*ck, I got an erection
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Writer: MORGAN CONLEY
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Performed By: Juv3y
Language: English
Length: 2:13
Written by: MORGAN CONLEY
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