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letra de young & rich - cashoutparrot

[intro: $parrot]
uh, uh, uh, uh
they wanna hate on a young n-gga yeah
go ahead and get you somethin’ n-gga
they wanna hate on a young n-gga yeah
go ahead and get you somethin’ witcha’

[chorus: parrot]
they wanna hate on a young n-gga
go ahead and do somethin’ witcha’
shoot his brain he gon’ get the picture
glock finna’ send a p-ssy n-gga off the earth
we flyin with birds, p-ssy, what’s the f-ckin word?
got a whole magazine in this b-tch take em’ off the earth
yeah she gon buss it down when she twerk
and yeah i got a baddie b-tch for my first
yeah i’m like, “babygirl do yo work, cause nun’ you do is ever gonna hurt”
she ain’t wanna f-ck with a young n-gga i’m finna’ be on this m-f-kin’ work
and i got a bad b-tch bad b-tch bad b-tch ion know who to pick first

[verse 1: $parrot & ayodicey]
(uh) yeah this sh-t simple like beauty
yeah i ain’t gon’ lie babygirl i been witchu’ for a minute
ima’ just need some more distance
i ain’t even tryna hit it
i’m tryna make some more music
i’m tryna make me a million
i’m tryna make me a million, hop in a coupe and we gone
and i don’t like you baby, always gon’ ask what i’m on
made these racks up like n-gga but you ain’t come
uh
(woah)
uh
(yeah-uh)
[verse 2: ayodicey & $parrot]
pull up to the bank, is it safe to get the racks? (huh)
i can’t help yo hoe she get all the way to cats (yeah)
tighten up them screws then we all up on the map (yeah we all up)
keep that thirty wit’ me yeah my gun be jammin’ fast (fa, fa)
have em’ see a n-gga then he gets put in a pack (uh)
yeah i’m movin’ silent i don’t needa’ wear a mask (yeah yeah)
but if u f-ck wit dicey this gon’ really be yo last!

oh your last, your last, your laa- last, your last, your love is real, the love is real

[verse 3: $parrot]
yeah yo hoe was a freak (yeah yo hoe was a freak)
she like the louie and she like the d (she like the louie and she like the d)
and that lil hoe wanna ride wit’ me (and that lil hoe wanna ride wit’ me)
and i’m like, “nah baby you a treesh” (and i’m like, “nah baby you a treesh”)
she tryna call on my phone like lil hoe leave me alone
i got a dm from shawty she askin’ me to bone
i need some racks in my plate, tryna get plane tryna get a throne
you know you say sh-t that don’t make sense maybe you a liar or you plain out wrong

[pre-chorus: $parrot]
uh, uh, uh, uh
you know you say sh-t that don’t make sense maybe you a liar or you plain out wrong

[chorus: $parrot]
they wanna hate on a young n-gga
go ahead and do somethin’ witcha’
shoot his brain he gon’ get the picture
glock finna’ send a p-ssy n-gga off the earth
we flyin with birds, p-ssy, what’s the f-ckin word?
got a whole magazine in this b-tch take em’ off the earth
yeah she gon buss it down when she twerk
and yeah i got a baddie b-tch for my first
yeah i’m like, “babygirl do yo work, cause nun’ you do is ever gonna hurt”
she ain’t wanna f-ck with a young n-gga i’m finna’ be on this m-f-kin’ work
and i got a bad b-tch bad b-tch bad b-tch ion know who to pick first

- cashoutparrot

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