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letra de yamean - ghais guevara

[intro: ghais guevara]
ayo, you n-ggas don’t even look good
you don’t smell good, you don’t wear good clothes
you don’t put sh-t together, where’s the pallets, n-gga?
there’s no taste, we in the bag, man
it’s goyard, number one, man, cheers, n-gga
it’s [?], you stupid?
know what the f-ck goin’ on, yeah, check

[verse 1: ghais guevara]
snakeskin bag like opps, lookin’ like a l!ck in the mosque
how it feel to be on top? oh
eyes on me when i shop, think it’s got to be the dreadlocks
bankroll make ’em gimme props, oh
put you on game, aesop, i been gettin’ threats on my name
n-ggas thinkin’ that i went pop, oh
green text, i been on the block, reflex, reachin’ for the glock
brodie got to chill, let it rock
phew, phew, phew, phew
jared leto off this liquor, bae, i don’t know how to act
got a material girl on hold, sh-t look like l’m haitian jack
feel her heart’s ionic charge, i’m bracin’ for the climax
she want two rounds every night, we run through trojans, ajax
all them records n-ggas sold, you don’t see ’em givin’ back
n-ggas doxxin’ on the low, they gon’ run you for your plaques
lil’ man could’ve been a martyr but instead he a pack
[chorus: ghais guevara]
two-toned truths, know it take two just to tango
so obtuse, but her fruit sweet as a mango
i hold juice, mean i dictate where he can’t go
they like, “f-ck you on?”, i’m like, “f-ck you think?”
ten up on my lap, oz of yamean
they like, “f-ck you on?”, i’m like, “f-ck you think?”
ten up on my lap, oz of yamean

[verse 2: ghais guevara]
heard they in my zone, told ’em they can’t do that
i could push the b-tton and be bombin’ they bivouac
she schiaparelli at the function wit’ the chrome back
i became a brute inside them trenches, had to own that
fah-fah-fah-fah
why they tryin’ to tell me what i’m not, not, not, not?
livin’ in the image of a mugshot, mugshot
215 get tragic when it’s hot, hot, hot, hot
every bullet passin’ within earshot, earshot, ay

[chorus: ghais guevara]
two-toned truths, know it take two just to tango
so obtuse, but her fruit sweet as a mango
i hold juice, mean i dictate where he can’t go
they like, “f-ck you on?”, i’m like, “f-ck you think?”
ten up on my lap, oz of yamean
they like, “f-ck you on?”, i’m like, “f-ck you think?”
ten up on my lap, oz of yamean
[verse 3: faro]
re-up on perkys, i need those, huh
i got a ounce in my peacoat, huh
you better not f-ck wit’ my ‘migos, huh
they slide on you just for a kilo, huh
rest in peace aunty and jiddo
fifty-round drum, n-gga, i don’t reload
n-ggas talk sh-t but they know that they weak though, huh
faro just put in the cheat code, huh
crossover, i do it like divo, stupid n-gga
we mobbin’ contigo, move it, n-gga
keep talkin’ ’bout beams, shoot it, n-gga
keep sayin’ i’m weak, better prove it
come to miami wit’ heat, better cool it
n-ggas think they the truth but i need my payment
goku, gohan, what are you sayin’?
off two x in the club, i’m ravin’
f-ck n-gga, look at the road that i’m pavin’
352 to the top in the makin’
not wit’ the cops, boy, i’m not wit’ the bacon
hit from the front, got a bad b-tch shakin’
bottle of pop, makin’ drop wit’ the quagen
kick it in canada, jonathan david, i had to stack it up
i don’t think that these f-ck n-ggas mad enough
these n-ggas be talkin’, these n-ggas be chattin’
like n-ggas won’t get at you, dummy
we not homies, we ain’t friendly
we not kin, n-gga, we not buddies
they be like, “faro be lurkin’,” like, “faro be quiet”
no, faro be stackin’ his money ’cause trust me
if sh-t was a problem, you n-ggas would know it
and all of this sh-t would get bl–dy
[outro: sample]
[?]
goyard

- ghais guevara

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