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letra de new skool - bway yungy

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[pre-chorus]
murder (murder)
murder (murder)
murder (murder)
murder (murder)
(mama know who cub$kout is)
murder (murder)

[chorus]
uh, young n-gga, new school
my pockets full of blues
stay up, i cannot snooze
uh, go-getter
uh-uh, breadwinner
can’t forget, he wreckless, n-gga
livin’ wreckless, like f-ck the rules
ooh, he’ll wreck with you
i’m dyin’ ’bout it when it come to you (ooh)
when it’s up, don’t pick or choose, just me and bro tryna get at you (ooh)
tryna swing that stick at you, just pray it hit, and he don’t make it through
know this is how that switch’ll do for that n-gga thinkin’ he bulletproof
[verse 1]
i want black and yellow b-tches like pikachu
bro’nem trap him, like, “boom-boom”
it could be fifty n-ggas in this room, i’ma be the sickest n-gga that walk through
i got no trust, got to watch how i move
yeah, one wrong move, might be the news
so, you know i got to stay strapped with my tool
i know my math, but, i ain’t finish school
young n-gga with a attitude
don’t know, you don’t try to give me dap, dude
n-gga play, they lay, get clapped, fool
zone 6, in the bricks where we at, dude
huh-huh, know if you take one
we loadin’ up for to take two
huh-huh, that’s how we got dude, f-ck all that sayin’ what you gon’ do

[pre-chorus]
murder (murder)
murder (murder)
murder (murder)
murder (murder)
murder (murder)
murder (murder)
murder (murder)
murder (murder)
[chorus]
uh, young n-gga, new school
my pockets full of blues
stay up, i cannot snooze
uh, go-getter
uh-uh, breadwinner
can’t forget, he wreckless, n-gga
livin’ wreckless, like f-ck the rules
ooh, he’ll wreck with you
i’m dyin’ ’bout it when it come to you (ooh)
when it’s up, don’t pick or choose, just me and bro tryna get at you (ooh)
tryna swing that stick at you, just pray it hit, and he don’t make it through
know this is how that switch’ll do for that n-gga thinkin’ he bulletproof

[verse 2]
i know they hate i’m ballin’, like what the f-ck i do to you?
real shot-caller, shots callin’ just for to get at you
forget the youngin wildin’
sh-t, he come straight from out the bayou
i won’t do no talkin’, b-tches come to sh-t on you
they know i’m the truth, the sickest youngin comin’ from this b-tch
ho, shame on you, you left, so, it’s, “b-tch, suck my d-ck”
but, i can’t blame you
shouldn’t’ve f-cked with that ho when i know that i’m it
got money made too legit
bway, the serious kid
[pre-chorus]
murder (murder)
murder (murder)
murder (murder)
murder (murder)
murder (murder)
murder (murder)
murder (murder)
murder (bway)

[chorus]
uh, young n-gga, new school
my pockets full of blues
stay up, i cannot snooze
uh, go-getter
uh-uh, breadwinner
can’t forget, he wreckless, n-gga
livin’ wreckless, like f-ck the rules
ooh, he’ll wreck with you
i’m dyin’ ’bout it when it come to you (ooh)
when it’s up, don’t pick or choose, just me and bro tryna get at you (ooh)
tryna swing that stick at you, just pray it hit, and he don’t make it through
know this is how that switch’ll do for that n-gga thinkin’ he bulletproof (grrah)

[outro]
thinkin’ he bulletproof
that’s for thinkin’ you bulletproof
they should’ve told you how that switch’ll do
that switch’ll do, oh

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