BewhY

Warning: NOT suited for minors

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Hook)
Yello Yello Yello Card
Yello Yello Yello Card
Yello Yello Yello Card
Come on bitches
Fuckers show me what you got

Yello Yello Yello Card
Yello Yello Yello Card
Yello Yello Yello Card
There is no tomorrow
Bitches fuckers spend ya time

Verse 1: Cjamm)
Guys go down, hip dance
Ladies let down their hair
As if they’re showing off
Let yourself loose

Stretch your arms out long and shake them
This is a game dance
We sexy bros Yello gang
Criminals shaking up the rules

Receive harsh gazes from the stiffened guys
You doin right
Why do the cool guys have to be concerned about the gazes of
The losers who don’t know how to have fun

See a sexy lady
Don’t hesitate, grind, grind, tight
Keep it up, my work
Ballin like I’m Kobe Bryant

Loathe those who only know how to act conceited
If you see a guy you like
Ask him first for his number
No need to act
Just open your heart

Do you like hip hop by any chance?
Then turn up
Why are you scared already
Everybody’s clumsy at some point

Shake it, hurry up
Time is free, but I won’t linger
There is no tomorrow

Bitches fuckers spend ya time
Come on bitches
Fuckers show me what you got

Hook)

Verse 2: Keebo)
Short height but big ball
Obviously dick long
Don’t need a pretty face
Bad bitches, go crazy

This feeling I have
You probably feel it too
No need to say it in words
Let your instincts take over your body

Us three gathered here
Follow us
Yello Yello Yello swag
Let’s dance yay yay

Shake that ass, twerk it
Left and right dougie style
As if we’re high, crazily dance
As if we’re going to devour everything, krumping

BewhY places his identity on his pants
It’s the true religion
True religion
Yello young boss

Engrave it in your heart
Let’s play for real, gather as one
Those who are bad at playing come here
Don’t space out, watch and learn

Those who are flying and crawling
Come here and grab my hands
Turn up to the max
Volume up to the max

Raise your arms, put them right by your ears, up high
Yello card

Hook)

Verse 3: BewhY)
Live for Jesus
Jesus says
Worry about tomorrow when tomorrow comes
Each day has enough trouble of its own

I let it all go within me
Other thoughts don’t exist
Only this moment, my goal
To enjoy myself while sweating, jump

I am proud of this passion
This is our image
Jump crazily enough to get a yello card

Expose your armpit, raise your arms
So that your sweat gets on everyone within a 10m radius
Jump, have fun, the real stage is beneath your feet
The one who ruins this by being fake
Go home after smelling my body odor

Clap clap clap
Clap ya and turn up turn up
If you aren’t collapsing
Your fitness is sufficient

Rather than worrying
I just break your neck
In the club
This place is a straw mat for you

Hook)