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Remy Hendrix - Yurrrr Lyrics



Remy Hendrix - Yurrrr Lyrics




Yurrrr
Yurrrr
Yo deadass my g, Facts
Yurrrr
Yeah son, yea B

Check
Nothing foreign for this, timbs and a champ hoodie
Free bobby, I might shmurda dance I'm on my bully
Don't care if she got a man if she throwing the cookie
F*ck her, film it, and put it out, I think her nigga pussy
She thought I was gonna wife that
Not when I know a few niggas that sniped that
She curved my shit and got a nigga I don't like that
I'm petty, I scrolled her gram and took my likes back, it's like that
Ima keep it real from the jump
No breastfeeding but shorty got the pump
You gon f*ck around and get that ass slumped
Shoot the fair one? nigga is you dumb, huh!

New York City let me get a Yurrrr
BX, BK holla Yurrrr
All of queens and uptown holla Yurrrr
Long Island Staten Island let me get a Yurrrr

Uh
What up tho, aye what's happenin
The flow raw, shit I still use a magnum
Her face hit, but damn she got da wagon
Think she Khaleesi, make sense, her kicks dragon
A sucker talking all I do is start laughing
Cause all we do is get to sparking get to clappin
His bitch bad look like she should win a pageant
I'll have his princess on the carpet like Aladdin
Real talk nigga, ugh, whoa whoa whoa
Made a vow I ain't wifin up no hoes no more
Got a whole cape on, shorty got you in ya bag
Seeing red, Santa clause she a hoe hoe hoe

Upstate let me get a, yurrrr
Rochester, Syracuse holla, Yurrrr
Albany, Buffalo holla, Yurrrr
Ithaca, Binghamton can I get a, Yurrrr

What it is, what it ain't
No limits, word to that gold tank
Man I'm either in the crib or the bank
Shit I'm tryina build a crib in the bank
It's dark in here but I'm lit tho
I ain't ya sibling nigga stop calling me big bro
She kick it to me, ima run it in her end zone
I'm so gone I asked this nigga where'd his bitch go... damn
My bad I been sipping sipping sipping
Shorty exotic I mean different different differnt
She on my tip, ima keep shawty lo
R.I.P, all that mean I'm get get get it

845 let me get a, Yurrrr
Newburgh and Poughkeepsie holla, Yurrrr
Middletown, Monticello holla, Yurrrr
You on your New York shit let me get a Yurrrr
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Yurrrr
Yurrrr
Yo deadass my g, Facts
Yurrrr
Yeah son, yea B

Check
Nothing foreign for this, timbs and a champ hoodie
Free bobby, I might shmurda dance I'm on my bully
Don't care if she got a man if she throwing the cookie
F*ck her, film it, and put it out, I think her nigga pussy
She thought I was gonna wife that
Not when I know a few niggas that sniped that
She curved my shit and got a nigga I don't like that
I'm petty, I scrolled her gram and took my likes back, it's like that
Ima keep it real from the jump
No breastfeeding but shorty got the pump
You gon f*ck around and get that ass slumped
Shoot the fair one? nigga is you dumb, huh!

New York City let me get a Yurrrr
BX, BK holla Yurrrr
All of queens and uptown holla Yurrrr
Long Island Staten Island let me get a Yurrrr

Uh
What up tho, aye what's happenin
The flow raw, shit I still use a magnum
Her face hit, but damn she got da wagon
Think she Khaleesi, make sense, her kicks dragon
A sucker talking all I do is start laughing
Cause all we do is get to sparking get to clappin
His bitch bad look like she should win a pageant
I'll have his princess on the carpet like Aladdin
Real talk nigga, ugh, whoa whoa whoa
Made a vow I ain't wifin up no hoes no more
Got a whole cape on, shorty got you in ya bag
Seeing red, Santa clause she a hoe hoe hoe

Upstate let me get a, yurrrr
Rochester, Syracuse holla, Yurrrr
Albany, Buffalo holla, Yurrrr
Ithaca, Binghamton can I get a, Yurrrr

What it is, what it ain't
No limits, word to that gold tank
Man I'm either in the crib or the bank
Shit I'm tryina build a crib in the bank
It's dark in here but I'm lit tho
I ain't ya sibling nigga stop calling me big bro
She kick it to me, ima run it in her end zone
I'm so gone I asked this nigga where'd his bitch go... damn
My bad I been sipping sipping sipping
Shorty exotic I mean different different differnt
She on my tip, ima keep shawty lo
R.I.P, all that mean I'm get get get it

845 let me get a, Yurrrr
Newburgh and Poughkeepsie holla, Yurrrr
Middletown, Monticello holla, Yurrrr
You on your New York shit let me get a Yurrrr
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Writer: Tashan Turner
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Performed By: Remy Hendrix
Length: 2:49
Written by: Tashan Turner

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