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letra de backyard cypher part 1 [@roman.nation @youngprodigy1099] - 2fn

[roman: verse 1]

chillin’ on the block smoking bali wit my family
p-ssy talking reckless but i know that he won’t blam at me
get up off your -ss stop wasting human anatomy
life is short a lot of wasted talent man it’s sad to see
look
uh
this beat is goin dumb
i be smoking backwoods and you know i’m rolling thumbs
i might go and cop a pound and flip it just for fun
ayo rob come here and take this beat b-tch i’m done

[young prodigy: verse 2]

you need to stop cause you just a waste of sp-ce
i’m on top like i’m the f-ckin ace of spades
you like magic johnson you just contracting aids
i attract the crowd like we in the parade
yeah i stay getting money
why you laughing cause you think this sh-t is funny?
worked hard for everything i got i was never lucky
but i stay working hard cause none of this enough for me
yeah
gonna be at the top and that’s that
gonna have a s-xy b-tch and you know that -ss fat
got pushed around
now it’s time to punch back
yeah i stole your b-tch
and now that’s something that you lack
i ain’t spit sh-t that’s random
p-ssys p-ss me off and it put me in a tantrum
i make hits iconic they’ll make it the national anthem
people gon’ remember me like this the oprah and i’m the phantom

[roman: verse 3]

i know you ain’t bout the stuff you rap about you bluffin
if she got a clean p-ssy imma eat it like a m-ffin
got some platinum kush up in my wood so i’m bussin
i blew thru a quarter pound f-ck it that sh-t nothin
hold up
wait
roll up medicate
smokin to the brain just so i don’t go insane
i just really want the money you can keep the fame
think about what’s really important man use your brain

[young prodigy: verse 4]

yeah i gotta have it
if i got your b-tch
best believe that imma smash it
that’s the way i k!ll the beat
yeah it’s kinda tragic
people ask me how i do it
and i always say it’s magic
cause it’s magic
yeah i stay making bank
imma take the game by storm yeah imma take it in a tank
yeah when it comes to rap yeah you know that i’m a saint
call me michael angelo with his f-ckin paint
pull up with the pump
leave you p-ssys spumped
pop a p-ssy in his mouth if he tryna front
raised in them slums
yeah i’m touching on your b-tch
yeah i’m grabbing all her lady lumps
(grabbing all her lady lumps)
yeah you know the deal
yeah you know i’m real
oh i got your b-tch
yeah i’m calling that a steal
we don’t do change
we do big bills
heart stone cold
giving you the chills

[roman/young prodigy: verse 5]

who the f-ck is you?
what we gonna do?
you don’t know my life unless you walk up in my shoes
we got a lot to prove
that’s just how we move
i spit these bars like i am mechanical
this shots too easy
i’m hot like i’m steamy
i am so high yeah i feel like i’m wheezy
pop me a hulk now i’m feeling uneasy
f-cking your b-tch yeah her p-ssy so creamy

- 2fn

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