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letra de yee ain't safe - ebe bandz

[verse 1]
yee ain’t even got a name
yee ain’t even got stain
hit the strip club with no money yee ain’t even make it rain
bought the pistol for your shooter he ain’t even let it bang
yee ain’t even really gang
yee ain’t never blew no brains
f-ck that b-tch a thousand times and she didn’t even get claimed
gold on top my t–th and i put diamonds in my chain
bent a left on south sh0r- drive i got the gang inside the wraith
wanna beef on internets and you ain’t even in the state
i don’t care what’s on your plate i’ll take your eight, i’ll take your cake
take your face with this draco i’ll come spray up your place
i learned from ogs and k!llers
body droppers and guerillas
t-tanic drug dealers
hide the yoppas in the ceilings
feel like joker i’m a felon

[verse 2]
ha, ha
these b-tches be making me laugh
fast cash out of plastic bags
i’ll bag it up you do the math
do the whole dash on task speed it up then i’m a crash
i see the -ss is fat feeling like i need to smash
hold up!
yee ain’t even got to lie
when them jackers hit your safe house, yee ain’t even want to slide
yee ain’t cook up till it dry
yee ain’t see no momma cry
yee ain’t want to see us in the club, so yee ain’t come inside
if you really about that action then, we gon’ come collide
but you ain’t no k!ller sh-t, nah you rather run and hide
we don’t trust that snitching sh-t, ain’t no way to justify
if we see you telling b-tch, we gon’ shoot you in the eye

[chorus]
yee ain’t safe
ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
you a lame b-tch, you a real fr-fr-fr-fr fraud
bet these bullets make you dance, you do the cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
i got bands inside my pants i love that gwa la-la-la-la
yee ain’t safe
ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
you a lame b-tch, you a real fr-fr-fr-fr fraud
bet these bullets make you dance, you do the cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
i got bands inside my pants i love that gwa la-la-la-la
yee ain’t safe
ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
you a lame b-tch, you a real fr-fr-fr-fr fraud
bet these bullets make you dance, you do the cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
i got bands inside my pants i love that gwa la-la-la-la
yee ain’t safe
ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
you a lame b-tch, you a real fr-fr-fr-fr fraud
bet these bullets make you dance, you do the cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
i got bands inside my pants i love that gwa la-la-la-la

- ebe bandz

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