I don't bench 225 anymore but that doesn't make this any less relevant.

Produced by Yucky Poor

Hard Flex

Track 6 on Soft Porn Novela

Produced by Good Times Floral Shop and Yucky Poor

Vote For Me

Track 5 on Soft Porn Novela

Produced by Yucky Poor

$cone$

Track 4 on Soft Porn Novela

Produced by Yucky Poor

Put The Sherane in The Bag (feat. Yoshi Thompkins)

Track 2 on Soft Porn Novela 

Produced by Yucky Poor

ABC Family

Produced by Yucky Poor and Steve The Astronaut.


Think I'm in BTS, I be Jimin.

No Service (feat. Yoshi Thompkins)

Yucky Poor x Mykey Lo - Tootsie Pop Bop

"Ms. Me" w/ Neimans and Mykey Lo

Trader Joe's Hoe (prod. Yucky Poor)

Prod. by Yucky Poor

Lyrics:
What I want, aye
What I, what I want, aye yeah
Pros and cons, you took me out of writer's block, aye yeah
What I want, aye
What I, what I want, aye yeah
Pros and cons, you took me out of writer's block, aye yeah

Guess I just became more formulaic over time, yeah
Guessing it's gotta be subliminal to be sublime, yeah
But I really miss you
Keeping thoughts to myself my biggest blessing and issue
Sorry I can't say this shit to your face but a verbal commitment distance you
I know
Usually I'm not the jealous type
Think that's like half the reason that you're into me
Your sugar daddy so redefined and I had sex with two dime pieces since you leave
Still I facetime you before I sleep
Wonder how long of a habit that you can keep
I've known you less than a month so I really don't even know your habits
Running on sleep deprivation, a xanax, and all of my sadness
This like the first night I've spent alone in like a month and a half bitch
And I just wanna hear your voice
Know your chemistry with him is average
Been in this situation before
You gon distance yourself, it just happens

What I want, aye
What I, what I want, aye yeah
Pros and cons, you took me out of writer's block, aye yeah
What I want, aye
What I, what I want, aye yeah
Pros and cons, you took me out of writer's block, aye yeah

Shit get depressing when you start to think bout it
I barely dream, but when I dream, I dream bout you
Put all the pieces together, Exodia, yeah
Numbing myself, smoking dope just to cope
In copious amounts, rolling up cornucopias
Relatives asking me "Tiene una novia?"
No
I just got one that I think about miles away
Not sure how she feel but memories blur every day
I know how shit goes I've been through it all before
Wish there was never a flight that you had to board
Every other bitch I hit up they got me bored

What I want, aye
What I, what I want, aye yeah
Pros and cons, you took me out of writer's block, aye yeah
What I want, aye
What I, what I want, aye yeah
Pros and cons, you took me out of writer's block, aye yeah

Shit get depressing when you start to think bout it
I barely dream, but when I dream, I dream bout you
Put all the pieces together, Exodia, yeah
Numbing myself, smoking dope just to cope
In copious amounts, rolling up cornucopias
Relatives asking me "Tiene una novia?"
No

*Takes Xans Once*

Prod. by Yucky Poor

Lyrics:
Please don't go ahead and hesitate
This supposed to be no strings attached, yeah yeah
Didn't really ever play it safe
Cannot heal your wounds with just a patch, yeah yeah
I can't really help but stay up late
Thinking about the hours I won't be with you
Thinking about what if I were to leave with you
Maybe it'd be best I just secede from you, yeah yeah
Best I just secede from
Maybe it'd be best I just secede from you, yeah yeah
Best I just secede from you, yeah yeah
Maybe it'd be best I just secede from you, yeah
Best I just secede from you, yeah
Best I just secede from you

Secession

Prod. by Yucky Poor
Violin by Frank Busta
Bass by Emi Constantino

Lyrics:
Can only get so low
But it's really just the first few times
You get used to it after some time
The tingle of guilt run down your spine
The good years they just pass us by
The good years they just pass us by, yeah
The good years they just pass us by
The good years they just pass us by

This is nothing new to me
This is nothing new to me
This is nothing new to me
This is nothing new to me

This is nothing new to me
Expertise in tomfoolery
Isn't that what's cool with me
I'm nocturnal so don't get in cahoots with me
I scribble out a eulogy
And my morals don't do what they used to do to me
I call out sick to work, yeah my stomach hurt a little
Let a flare for the dramatic take the blues from me
And my priorities need to get straight
And all my bills need to motherfucking get straight
Could give a fuck about my love life
I try
If it's not a game of iSpy
Then I'll lie
She always hits me up at the wrong time
Might have to be solo for some time

If I'm with you, I only hurt you more
Touch I fiend, you must apply pressure
Massaging me on my bedroom floor
And if you're MIA well tough shit
Your good years gone in a heart beat
I can only get so low
Can only get so low

I can only get so low before I get back up
Take a total of three weeks to get back my love (my love, my love)
I get so high when you're my love
And so low when dolo, I get so low

Yin and yang, I can never find the center
Take the heat, I cannot open the vent up
Take a seat eligible bachelorette
You can watch me fuck it up like you watching POV
Or could let it go by, really don't matter to me
Got your twenties on the line, they want an apology
Got my money, other line
Answer it more promptly

If I'm with you, I only hurt you more
Touch I fiend, you must apply pressure
Massaging me on my bedroom floor
And if you're MIA well tough shit
Your good years gone in a heart beat

Tik Tok

Prod. by Yucky Poor and Frank Busta

Lyrics:
Know I tend to move on my own sometimes
I'm too slow sometimes
I can't catch myself
I sabotage I
All I'm left with a collage now
Know I tend to move on my own sometimes
I'm too slow sometimes
I can't catch myself
I sabotage I
All I'm left with a collage now

I know what you want from me
Got two personalities
The one that's right in front of you and
The one that acts up when you leave
Facts they give me allergies
So I don't wanna hear it
Sometimes I sound so monotone
You need to catch me in good spirits

List to me the other options
You could be single, taking the losses
Why do they all want the cuffing
And if they don't, they don't take precautions
Everything's not always sunny and it's too easy to flip all these thotties
Can you blame me for infidelity when our distance, it gives me the option
Never got any until a few years ago, let me partake in debauchery
I can see her pussy drip through her indigo, do not pretend you don't want me
Confidence so damn excessive
I'm head of the wolf pack, say "fuck a possie"
I'm the one that you're addressing so keep it to "sir" or something as saucy
Ouu lord
Fuck in an 02 Accord
Air condition no more
I barely see the allure and that is before the condom in the morgue
Yucky is drawing his sword, Louis C.K.'in hoes because he bored
You keep on making me sore, gon have to ask main hoe for a massage
Fuck in an '02 Accord
Air condition no more
I barely see the allure and that is before the condom in the morgue
Yucky is drawing his sword, Louis C.K.'in hoes because he bored
You keep on making me sore, gon have to ask main hoe for a massage

That little bitch, yeah, she upgraded
'02 Accord to a Nissan Altima
She got no tints and she don't stay involved
But I'm still getting head in the Walgreen's parking lot
Don't understand why she think I'm the man
I do bare minimum
That is what I'm talking bout
I love when I do nothing
I love being single again
The guilt that would suffocate me when I was with her I do not feel it in
Missing her touch but from here on it's strictly sexual relationships
Befriending, betraying, it's alliteration
You know the order it's in
Descendant of Satan, I'm so Machiavellian
Don't even notice it
Whoever said "What you don't know cannot hurt you" was definitely codependent
Know it's not reciprocal but she would drop everything for me in a second
Workout on elliptical, it's all a process
Fancy way to say has no ending

Know I tend to move on my own sometimes
I'm too slow sometimes
I can't catch myself
I sabotage I
All I'm left with a collage now
Know I tend to move on my own sometimes
I'm too slow sometimes
I can't catch myself
I sabotage I
All I'm left with a collage now

You don't want me go down in the past, I know
You're always changing your mind
Keep on healing our wounds with a cast and crew
Need an extra time to time
Tryna list what I cannot provide to you
But you still gon blow my line
Think it's better we just look at our collages
I let up for a second I'm a target
I'm trying but I never try the hardest
You never turn your back, must face the audience
I gotta hit reject and that's the hardest
You don't demand respect and that's a faultage
That little bitch, yeah she upgraded
Worst of it all, it was unstated
She still think I'm good in her heart, why
Darker side take an about face

I know what you want from me
Got two personalities
The one that's right in front of you and
The one that acts up when you leave
Facts they give me allergies
So I don't wanna hear it
Sometimes I sound so monotone
You need to catch me in good spirits
I know what you want from me
Got two personalities
The one that's right in front of you and
The one that acts up when you leave
Facts they give me allergies
So I don't wanna hear it
Sometimes I sound so monotone
You need to catch me in good spirits

About Face

Prod. by Yucky Poor and Mykey Lo

Lyrics:
Ouu, my bad
Condom just broke and I'm pretty sure it was the last one
On her bed
Bend her over backwards, tryna finish before her man's come
Always sneaking round, always sneaking round she is
She a teeny bopper, I could fuck her in a Prius
Always got peripherals, don't want no one to see us
And the liquor don't do shit to her, that mixture homogeneous
Ouu, my bad
Tryna get right with the lord, bitch, you thinking you Madea?
Bitch you lack
Gotta give yourself an expiration date cos I will never see it

I ain't probably never gonna see it so please get the fuck out my face
Pom frond headass bitch, you tell me how it taste
Rom-com headass bitch, happy endings is fake
Being too passive, bout to blow in your face
I'm so tired of the sweetness, so nice can't believe it
Why in the fuck are you not leaving yet
Ate you up like Reese's Pieces once upon a time
Now you lucky I stick a finger in there
I try so hard for so long not to look like a dick, procrastinate and carry on an affair
We both just way to agreeable
Never kick me out your vehicle
Shawty our future foreseeable
You and I both know we won't make a year or two
You gon end up in a cubicle
I been a outcast since I was in middle school
All of my fights, they were pitiful
Constantly got my ass ridiculed
Any way you try to hurt me is miniscule
Put me on anti-depressants at nine so for me to be where I'm at now is a miracle

Ouu, my bad
I don't sweat the small stuff, bitch I'm in it for the long run
Ouu, my bad
Petty little arguments gon drive you out my life so get your pom poms
Ouu, my bad
You gon have to bounce before the night ends, you gon have to bounce before my life ends
Give you ultimatum right now
I don't gas you anymore, I gotta siphon

I can't take you too far but if you need a partner I'll be here to spar
Consider myself valuable life experience, that's how I live with it
Cos if not knowledge that I am a scumbag, that shit is ubiquitous
And I know these words are too big for you
Did it so you can't read into it
You is stupid, you is ignorant
You part of a bigger syndicate
Me, I sit back, I'm relaxing, I'm cooling, I'm re-upping on all my tinder pics
You not in tact, but I warned your ass earlier
Internet made me a piece of shit
You gon ignore it, then it's gonna haunt you
Why you so desparate to be intimate
Desperation cause disinterest, I got bitches on the waiting list too
If I sever ties, I severed 'em
Stop hitting me, yeah those clothes, they're for you
It's all my fault, I'll let you put the blame on me
You shooting blanks, got no clue
My new bitch suck dick so average, but she so adventurous
You stay fucking in rooms

Young Shrug

Prod. by Yucky Poor and Frank Busta

Lyrics:
All of my bitches, they come from the internet, I just wanna feel 'em physically
Used to eat pussy 'til I found out most of these bitches degenerates
Hyper-aggressive, we role play as DACA student and confederate
Out of my crib faster than you can say supercalifragilistic

I'm a go ballistic, I'm overprotective
Fuck her mouth if her insurance cover dental
Pressure point applying, writing my lyrics in hieroglyphics like a motherfucking Mayan
Why you keep denying
Everybody got persona, Yucky lowkey got diploma
Always make it sentimental, you supposed to have no bias
Rappers pull up in a rental, I'm not gonna use it 'til I'm boutta buy it

All of my bitches, they come from the internet, watch 'em disintegrate
Playing it off like I done this before, bitch, you so fucking innocent
Playing it off like you done this before, we all know you so innocent
Used to let actions speak for my words, sorry the internet made me a piece of shit
Me a piece of shit, sorry the internet made me a piece of shit
It make me a piece of shit, sorry the internet make me a piece of shit
It make me a piece of shit, sorry the internet made me a piece of shit
It make me a piece of shit, sorry the internet, sorry the internet

I know the internet make you smoke cigarette
Just need a check mark to say I'm legitimate
Just need to flex hard, they can't tell the difference
Tag a designer brand, that make me titillate
Need a photographer, just copped some Timberlands
Wear the same fit twice, you not gon get intimate
Add me on everything except Pinterest
Quickest way to fame this year to piss off hella feminists
Dressed in black from head to toe, I'm looking like a reverend
She give it up for free, no she do not know what incentive is
It stank, if she want me to eat it I might flank
I forgot to reply because I'm baked
My mama was away so I was glued to porno on my iPod Touch
I busted like 1000 nuts but that was before Tinder was in play
And I'll admit I got carried away
Focused more on fucking than getting paid
Everything's up for debate, but tell me I sound like E-40 and I'll pop your face
I can find a quarter for the price of an eighth
Stop saying everything's okay
Father Yuck in the confessional, they putting me on a pedestal
Ate too much edibles, now what I'm typing illegible
I shoot my shot and she follow me, bet on it
Zac Efron, be my Vanessa, yuh (bet on it)
Will not reply, I wanna see her sweat on it

All of my bitches, they come from the internet, watch 'em disintegrate
Playing it off like I done this before, bitch, you so fucking innocent
Playing it off like you done this before, we all know you so innocent
Used to let actions speak for my words, sorry the internet made me a piece of shit
Me a piece of shit, sorry the internet made me a piece of shit
It make me a piece of shit, sorry the internet make me a piece of shit
It make me a piece of shit, sorry the internet made me a piece of shit
It make me a piece of shit, sorry the internet, sorry the internet

Antivirus

Prod. by Yucky Poor

Lyrics:
Nani Sore, let me show you what that means
Big ass natural titties, that's what make me cream
Anime titties on the fucking screen
When I see that bitch, just wanna make her scream
Catch me after I nut posted with a gi
Yucky tryna join the Illuminati
Just got banned from Tinder, I'm a bumblebee
Zero future with you, that's what I foresee

She already gave me fucking sloppy toppy
She hitting me up I'm talking "nani, nani?"
Blowing up my walkie talkie, do not copy
I feel like Sheck Wes, I whisper my name softly, yuh
Too many of y'all tryna be carbon copies
Ask for too much sauce and then complain it's saucy
Sorry I offend you, sorry, I'm not sorry
Subs over dubs, I poke that bitch with my yari

Nani Sore, let me show you what that means
Big ass natural titties, that's what make me cream
Anime titties on the fucking screen
When I see that bitch, just wanna make her scream
Catch me after I nut posted with a gi
Yucky tryna join the Illuminati
Just got banned from Tinder, I'm a bumblebee
Zero future with you, that's what I foresee

Nani

Prod. by Frank Busta and Yucky Poor

Lyrics:
I get it, I get it, I get it, I get it
I get it, I get it, I get it, I get it
I can take a hint so stop explaining shit
I'm a lover not a fighter quit debating me
I get it, I get it, I get it, I get it
I get it, I get it, I get it, I get it
I can take a hint so stop explaining shit
I'm a lover not a fighter quit debating me

Half a gram of shroomies, chase it down with Steele Reserve
I be leaving you on read cos you get on my nerves
Probably with your sugar daddy chewing them horderves
That boy he got cash, he spending it, I'm stuck in MIA stealing them clothes
I think I get it, I understand what you wanting, you ain't gotta keep speaking on it
I shouldn't sweat it but you getting cardio in and I couldn't help to be more athletic
I'm so competitive, uh
Suggest a sedative, uh
Should sober up so re-up on that medicine, uh
I'm a freeze up every time that you think I'm a let 'em in
Facetime poor connection, you should check your fiber optics
Telling me your sexual experiences too often
I get it, you miss me and my many different sauces
But don't overcompensate with too much dick 
Or you won't have a reason to visit the tropics no more

I get it, I get it, I get it, I get it
I get it, I get it, I get it, I get it
I can take a hint so stop explaining shit
I'm a lover not a fighter quit debating me
I get it, I get it, I get it, I get it
I get it, I get it, I get it, I get it
I can take a hint so stop explaining shit
I'm a lover not a fighter quit debating me

I got a cyber thot, she wanna be my main squeeze
But I got another one, and she a lot closer to me
My homies be telling me shit getting too complicated I gotta agree
My standards been getting too high just an EP ago would fuck any hoe that breathe
I just stopped settling, shit it was getting repetitive
Ever since Stills all these bitches, they heckling
Hitting me out of the blue like the color my balls never that anymore
Sixteen bitches, one for all of my chapels, I feel like Michaelangelo
And that's in the last year alone
So please don't ask me for my body count, you be drilling me too hard like a Saudi now
It's hard to tell between the two of us, way we talk shit, which one is more a pottymouth
You ask to cast my dick as a dildo, other bitches just ask for my autograph
And you can lie to me by keeping it simple, I'm not gonna ask for no polygraph

I get it, I get it, I get it, I get it
I get it, I get it, I get it, I get it
I can take a hint so stop explaining shit
I'm a lover not a fighter quit debating me

Mansplaining

Prod. by Yucky Poor

Only fall in love just to let go
Only fall in love just to let go
Only fall in love just to let go
Only fall in love just to let go
Only fall in love just to let go
Only fall in love just to let go
Just to let go

Whatchu mean of course I got other hoes
Whatchu mean of course I got another hoe, yeah
Think you only one allowed to be a hoe
I'll expose myself before I get exposed, yeah
Whatchu mean of course I got other hoes
Whatchu mean of course i got another hoe, yeah
Think you only one allowed to be a hoe
I'll expose myself before I get exposed, yeah

All she wanna do is just kiss on my neck and tell me she want me to herself
Smoking on Donatello, that's that purple, yeah I love to stay in my shell
Sniff of that yip and I'm back on my tip, stay up past hours of Taco Bell
Biting my lip, I don't wanna say shit because being alone would be hell
All she wanna do is just kiss on my neck and tell me she want me to herself
Smoking on Donatello, that's that purple, yeah I love to stay in my shell
Sniff of that yip and I'm back on my tip, stay up past hours of Taco Bell
Biting my lip, I don't wanna say shit because being alone would be hell

It's not my priority
Becoming a bore to me
How we supposed to be on the same team if  you keep on ignoring me
And I lost my morals a long time ago and you clearly did too
Gas you up one night and you become clingy and you won't stop calling me
Why the fuck you talking to me that way if you know that it ain't gon last
I know you'll be out my life in a month but you such an impatient ass
And you won't even fuck in different positions, barely live your life in sin
You didn't know me when I had no pot to piss in, you so damn ingenuine

Whatchu mean of course I got other hoes
Whatchu mean of course I got another hoe, yeah
Think you only one allowed to be a hoe
I'll expose myself before I get exposed, yeah
Whatchu mean of course I got other hoes
Whatchu mean of course i got another hoe, yeah
Think you only one allowed to be a hoe
I'll expose myself before I get exposed, yeah

So good at hiding my jealousy, I just want you to remember me
Pussy is a different pedigree, you pushing me out my element
I reverse psychology, you could be mine, that's not settling
Met you through technology, might've been better we never met
You too kind to me, yeah you too kind
You shouldn't have lied to me, you shouldn't have lied
Acting like you got experience, why you so damn curious
Dick fit you perfectly, XM, I'm not talking about Sirius
You give it up on the first date, how we gon take it serious
You can keep up with my wordplay and that don't get me furious
In fact it's the opposite, pussy in danger that shit is Galapagos
Time I'm done with you, to see me again you would treck through the Alamo
But I got a bitch that I fucked the night before and you do not know her
The internet made me a grower, the internet made me a shower
I fuck and your mom in the other room; parent trap, Lindsay Lohan
Double vision, when I'm horny I'm cynical
And I'm always horny at minimal

Only fall in love just to let go
Only fall in love just to let go
Only fall in love just to let go
Only fall in love just to let go
Only fall in love just to let go
Only fall in love just to let go
Just to let go

Other Hoes

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Produced by Yucky Poor
Guitar by Cannibal Kids

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For beats, studio time, mixing, and mastering contact pooryucky@gmail.com

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