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letra de first day out pt2 (influential freestyle) - jaydayoungan

[chorus]
hmm
i can’t lie, we been them n-ggas
might just take yo’ b-tch and hit her
coin toss, we gon’ flip her (haha)
forty bands, that’s for my bricks (boom, bah)
say they get money, that sh-t been a lie
get close in a rental (boom, boom), they can’t identify
we the opps, squeeze the glock
face shot eat his top
high as h-ll, been smokin’ on this strong, it’s like i sleep on top
b-tch been suckin’ d-ck for so d-mn long until her knees allow (d-mn)
we she get hungry, my d-ck like baloney, all she eat is c-ck
[verse]
fresh from out the feds, bet you test me, b-tch, you dead (come here)
brand new stick, and it came with a drum
ain’t talkin’ ’bout chicken, this b-tch full of lead (grrah)
you say it’s smoke, and my n-ggas go dumb
no, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout especially
if we hop out the car, don’t play or try to run
b-tch, you better have some special legs (come here)
yeah, my new b-tch a queen, and she so mean, and she only like me (phew)
and when she get naked, ain’t no question, she look like bernice
i tell her put her face down, made her stay down when she bitin’ the sheets
and tell her, “eat it all, even my b-lls, just don’t bite the meat”
got that bag on me, no trashcan
if it’s up, i’m a mad man (grah)
sippin’ on lean made me move slumped up like a fat man
got a glock with a beam, better up this b-tch and bust
you gon’ be like the last man (grah)
for the love of [?], clapped him on the scene, and pushed his back in
you know that’s your ex-boy
he talked too much, he asked for it (too much, he asked for it)
smash off in that blue ‘vette
they like, “who that in that nascar?” (skrrt)
got a gun, but, you ain’t gon’ use it
if you don’t shoot it, then what you flash it for?
told my brother to pass me the addy, we smash and dunk on the opps, no backboard
walk in the mall, i’m buyin’ it all
ain’t checkin’ no tag, it’s f-ck the cost
that n-gga ain’t like that, he lyin’ to y’all
if he get caught lackin’, we checkin’ him off
i’ma get out first, no time to talk
can’t find you, then we stretchin’ your dog
was punchin’ on sh-t behind the wall, know top ain’t no mind at all
[chorus]
hmm
i can’t lie, we been them n-ggas
might just take yo’ b-tch and hit her
coin toss, we gon’ flip her (haha)
forty bands, that’s for my bricks (boom, bah)
say they get money, that sh-t been a lie
get close in a rental (boom, boom), they can’t identify
we the opps, squeeze the glock
face shot eat his top
high as h-ll, been smokin’ on this strong, it’s like i sleep on top
b-tch been suckin’ d-ck for so d-mn long until her knees allow (d-mn)
we she get hungry, my d-ck like baloney, all she eat is c-ck

- jaydayoungan

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