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letra de yop - eastway santana

i feel like big homie
hit him with the yop cuz he wit homie
uh fck it hit him with the sock like i’m mick foley
pull his top back step on that fck ngga like he a roach
hit him with that ok we gon okie doke
make that chop sing like bobby bushay
then we gon hokish pokiss
we beefing with some broke nggaz they ain’t got no motion
i got my fie he got his fie
we ride or die
if he blow i’m blowing
nggaz gon throw rocks and hide their hands
and tell police (if you know you know it )

lately i feel important
nggaz always say my name like i pay the mortgage
but they ain’t got no crib
nggaz rapping on the net in somebody sh-t
b-tch i been ran up a check and
packed my bags and moved out my mama crib
this sh-t fckd up
rats don’t get glorified where i come from
terror squad like joey crack
hit em wit that lean back
he a hum bum
but he just like all them nggaz
they all gon tell sum
i feel like est without the g
like mr t
i could have a 14
and bust it down with me & bro a vick a piece
i don’t smoke nicotine but need a bean
im tryna geek
ima big dog
m… put it on
so when i’m cold i need a mink
i need my b-tch on fleek
i feel like loonie b
i ain’t sg or s.g
but i sd
i keep the lights on
like i’m fpl you can ask g
hit the road with uncle sam & get it tax free
every turn around we bring it back
i’m the type to be labbing in da trap
i be really like i’m 21- 50
i’m a fckn job
d-mn i mean a jabb
i ain’t never had a job
i remember jacking cars
now i’m tryna be a superstar
now she wanna suck my d
i just left a b-tch on seen
is you gon hold it down or you gon tell police
feel like yak i’m back for everything
married to the game without a wedding ring
b-tch my arm reach stretch
from port au prince to way to meddilian
i feel like big homie
hit him with the yop cuz he wit homie
uh fck it hit him with the sock like i’m mick foley
pull his top back step on that fck ngga like he a roach
hit him with that ok we gon okie doke
make that chop sing like bobby bushay
then we gon hokish pokiss
we beefing with some broke nggaz they ain’t got no motion
i got my fie he got his fie
we ride or die
if he blow i’m blowing
nggaz gon throw rocks and hide their hands
and tell police (if you know you know it )

- eastway santana

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