Correction Lyrics 2much! remix by Yung Dastard

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They like, "Yung Dastard be ballin' too much”
Wit a white b*t*h named Wendy she callin' too much
N***as wavin' that stick, you be stallin' too much
You a lonely a** n***a, c*ck blockin' too much
Yung Dastard bag big and you pocket too much
N***as without a bag got a pocket too much
Kick your a** to the curb like a soccer or what
Your b*t*h beat on my d**k like a boxer too much
I smoke on that sugar pack, coughin' too much
Got a crazy a** b*t*h, she be stalkin' too much
I will run up on n***as, I'm up it too much
B*t*h, I don't want the wap, you gon' suck it or what?
I got a white shooter named Dexter, what's up?
I speed off in the whip, leave your a** in the dust
They like , "Dastard, why the f**k are you cursing so much?"
I said f**k in this sentence I don't give a f**k

He rappin' like Chris, ayy, that boy is my clone
And it really ain't sh*t just to get yo a** gone
And she know my name Chris so she gave me that dome
She cryin' and sh*t, I say "Shorty, what's wrong?"
Like a f**kin' grenade, got your b*t*h hella blown
Walkin' down on your block with a stick on my 'lone
Got your b*t*h on TikTok singing all of my songs
Smokin' on body builder, yeah, that strong
Put my phone on do not disturb, won't get a text
Finna cop me a wagon, f**k a Model X
And your b*t*h like a turkey, suckin', gobbling
When I said I had glizzy's, that's not what I meant
B*t*h, I been a scholar, I'm slidin' with Choppa
Got your b*t*h on my d**k, I milly rock yo mama
Bet your ho wanna f**k 'cause I look like Obama
Left your b*t*h in the past, now that ho not my problem
My choppa gon' kick your a** like it's karate or goddam soccer
That boy want a feature from yvngxchris, but if you don't got no money just don't even bother
They shoppin' at [?]
This n***a Chris need to find another flow, you need to find your father
He don't got a dollar, broke a** n***a f**ked up in the crib livin' like a monster
B*t*h, you not a honor
Sh*t, don't talk on my name if you ain't about action
No, I won't give you features, my n***a, stop askin'
If you want it that bad, a n***a gon' tax
Leave his a** in a ditch while I'm smokin' on thrax
Yung Dastard built different, I step on the cracks
On my gnarly boy sh*t, I'm turned up to the max
If I don't got my Glock, hit yo a** with a bat
My n***as click on you, like ios app
Have you smokin' on mid, that sh*t is just bad
They say that sh*t ain't it, you know that sh*t cap
Got your b*t*h on my d**k while she wearin' my cap
Think I got anger issues the way that I snap
You a corny a** n***a, snapchattin' too much
When I come to the city, b*t*h, I'm packin' too much
Beat her back and then dunk, it be sloppy at brunch
You a pu**y n***a, boy, I just had a hunch
Can't relate to you n***as, you n***as down bad
She gave me head in the bed, the best head that I've had
And all my boys winnin', I know n***as mad
We stay chasing money, you broke n***as sad
If you broke as a joke, n***a, go get a bag
If your b*t*h took your guap, n***a, go get it abck
This sh*t is not ready, Yung Dastard be spazzin'
And Dastard make paper, just call me John Madden
If I don't got my toolie, then we get to scrappin'
You gon' wake up all dazey like, "What the hell happened?"
Like we makin' a movie, like ready, set, action
I pull out the AK, do you like my contraction?
Yung Dastard big moves, this the f**kin' compa**ion
If your a** speakin' blood, I'm lackin' the fashion
She was suckin' my d**k like shawty ash kaash
This beat is now over, it's time for relaxin'
Thank you, I'll say goodbye soon
Though it's the end of the world, don't blame yourself, now
And if it's true, I will surround you and give life to a world
That's our own
Thank you, I'll say goodbye now
Though it's the end of the world, don't blame yourself
And if it's true, I will surround you and give life to a world
That's our own

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