Young Yugo – Young Schwarzenegger Lyrics

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They call me Fil...the blunt to the tip top
Put one in the air, man, I'm doin' this for hip hop
I'm on ex-lax, so don't shit stop
The beat's hot, you know I keep it wet like flip flops
Catch me in the same country that Castro at
I'm smoking on some things the size of baseball bats
These hateful cats, these ungrateful rats
Man, I'm bringing you the coolest shit since space and cats

When it comes to this game it's do or die or don't do at all
That's why im rinsing these beats like supermarket vegetables
This bitch is gettin' sexual, grabbin' on my testicles
Took the ho home, she gave me dome, then I stretched her hole
I'm flyin', highway drivin
Mouse flyin' sideways, it must be Friday
I jacked beats, I'm amazing
Ya, uh, call it creative
On my douchebag shit, T-Streets shit
She got real big tits, I got a real big spliff
Semi stream of consciousness, semi written
I stay hittin', you stay shittin' yourself you big kitten
Al Green, no sticks, no seeds
I'm so sick, so heat
She all gums, no teeth
I'm on drugs, on lean
Coke in the blunt, you can bet that's lightning
Bitch I'm frightening
Am I geeked up? Bitch I might be
Flow tightly tightening
I'm floatin' like a viking
Matches striking, spliffies lighting
5 star dining, cheffed up cuisine
In a jacuzzi, burnin' loosies
Shouts out to Legacy, I got paper like looseleaf
Got vapour like loose heat
I take her and do things
Vocals moaning, pussy oozing
Sluts I'm choosing, blunts I'm burning
The world keeps turning so I'm onto new things
Summertime, summertime, summertime
I be gettin' mine, strokin' on a dime
Smokin' on a dime, ho I'm feelin' fine
Turnin' spliffs into clouds and I'm on cloud 9
Springtime, springtime, springtime
I get high, hit lye, rip by, split thighs
Winter, winter, winter, winter
Drop heat on the shitter
November, December
No matter the weather
For worse or for better
I'm makin' that cheddar
Feta, mozzarella

Autumn, autumn, autumn, autumn
I hit her on the bottom
Flowin like I'm water
Ain't that a damn shame
I take L's to my face every damn day
I sound somethin' like aloe water tastes
Ill Fil, the kid rap like hockey tape
Time flies, I'm high, therefore so do I
I'm in the sky with the pigeons and I feel like shittin'
I hit a million spliffies and I dont feel like missing
Hit 'em like I hit women, like I hit children
Hit 'em with precision like I'm on a fuckin' mission
Dishin' out servings like I'm in a fuckin' kitchen
The spliffs got me burnt out like a bad transmission
I've been posted in Toronto steady fuckin' bitches
Ya, and all my weed's been goin' missin'
And my mind's been kinda drifting
I've been smoking, I've been drinking
I've been doin' lots of thinkin'
About, about drugs, about women
Ya, ya, about drugs, about women

Put the coke on the weed before you roll the blunt
Before you light it up, I'm finna get high as fuck
So put your lighters up, higher up, and fire up
I'm runnin' over pussies with a tire made out of fire if they tryin' us, quit tryna front
I'm dope so cook me up and shoot me
Get baked all day, I live life like a movie
I smoke like Shaggy and I munch like Scooby
My girl got ass, legs, boobies
Tutti fruity in the Phillie and we lightin' up
Another day of life, another fuckin' pack of blunts
If you got the drugs I'm gonna do 'em all at once
I'mma get fly, get high, helium
We gets too high, like Icarus
And the joints stay lit like cigarettes
Marijuana fields, fuckin' marijuana villages
All my homies are the motherfuckin' villagers
We illin' here, we chillin' here
Sticky weed, m pills, cold beers in here
Higher than the atmosphere, stratosphere, planisphere
So when we get out of here... we flyin'

We're so gangster, guns in the holster
You know me, I ride bitches like a roadster
Money in a folder, folder in a backpack
Gat in the pants that'll make you land flat-backed
No, we don't play that, fuck around and get slapped
Capped where you stand, get touched like a keypad
Flow hard like kneepads
Finna get higher so pass the fuckin' weed back
I'm famous but no one really knows me
Bitches gettin nosy, powder where they nose be
They sour like a sour key, I make money hourly
Blunt full of cocaine mixed with some sour d
I dont give a fuck if you're lookin' in it
I got the windows rolled up and the windows tinted

I'm shittin' on you chickens like a fuckin' pigeon
This California weed got me deep sea fishin'
When it comes to these bitches I am knee deep in them
I love my women, so I fuck my women
Never trust a woman, that's why I bust the lemon
Kush,
shush, fade away, swoosh
You know me, fuck a bitch till she shits dick
Got her lips split, balls resting on her big tits
I got a big spliff, blowin' smoke in her crib
And when I nut it I bounce like a bad check
She a bad bitch, she got habits
She snorts clouds, she's an addict
I got her so wet she fuckin' up the mattress
Crack coke dick, got her takin' it in alleys
Holdin' onto walls tryna keep our fuckin' balance
We're holdin' onto walls tryna keep our fuckin' balance


Sometimes smart rhymes, sometimes word collage
Sometimes nothin' at all, tube socks and Birkenstocks
Dude cocks in women's drawers...pause

Sometimes smart rhymes, sometimes word collage
Sometimes nothin' at all, tube socks and Birkenstocks
Dude cocks in women's drawers...pause

I'm harmin' 'em, young Yugoslavian
Lucky when I fuck 'em like a baby arm punchin' 'em
Your bitch on my knob and she slobberin', gobblin'
Me I'm a goblin, like Tyler, the Creator
Turn kush into vapor like a young Schwarzenegger
Like a young Schwarzenegger
Like a young Schwarzenegger
Turn kush into vapour like a young Schwarzenegger

I'm harmin' 'em, young Yugoslavian
Lucky when I fuck 'em like a baby arm punchin' 'em
Your bitch on my knob and she slobberin', gobblin'
Me I'm a goblin, like Tyler, the Creator
Turn kush into vapor like a young Schwarzenegger
Like a young Schwarzenegger
Turn kush into vapour like a young Schwarzenegger

Catch me with your bitch cookin' to Lil B
I fucked her so hard she squirted a little pee
Ya, R Kelly, R Kelly

I'm takin' over like Umar the caliph
Sippin' from a chalice, finna own a palace
Like Umar the caliph
Sippin' from a chalice

I'm harmin' 'em, young Yugoslavian
Lucky when I fuck 'em like a baby arm punchin' 'em
Your bitch on my knob and she slobberin', gobblin'
Me I'm a goblin, like Tyler, the Creator
Turn kush into vapor like a young Schwarzenegger

I'm harmin' 'em, young Yugoslavian
Lucky when I fuck 'em like a baby arm punchin' 'em
Your bitch on my knob and she slobberin', gobblin'
Me I'm a goblin, like Tyler, the Creator
Turn kush into vapor like a young Schwarzenegger
Like a young Schwarzenegger
Like a young Schwarzenegger
Turn kush into vapour like a young Schwarzenegger

I'm harmin' 'em, young Yugoslavian
Lucky when I fuck 'em like a baby arm punchin' 'em

Like a young Schwarzenegger
Turn kush into vapor like a young Schwarzenegger
I'm turnin' kush into vapour like a young Schwarzenegger

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