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letra de no friends - kay the yacht

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[verse 1: kay the yacht]

back in 2010 i had no friends, i was a loner
trapping the block i had weed like a stoner
sitting at riley’s cause i know the owner
i’m in atlanta i’m beam like the nova
role in my twenties, i be with the soldiers
shout out to harv banging lpb
shout out to the 6 all my 20s with me
choppers they real and you playing the fence
k!llers i know gotta do it for rent
ride in the bhevy denying the tint
used to be broken on 6, yah
but i ain’t been broke ever since , yah
shout out to qc the label
gave me a chance now you see me on cable
wrist diamonds froze no subbing it
whipping the water ’til it started bubbling
call me a fluke now i got flu games
living my life for only three things
my mama, my baby, and baby mama
cold cut the clip on my uzi
i got more groupies, than danny brown
hundred round feel like a million round
spill milk i’m a cash cow
if you needing a verse gotta cash out
feel like i just bought a gl-ss house
every party i go to i p-ss out
jumanji, my niggas don’t play to win
mary-kate in the a i’mma fuck her twin
all of my skinnies is skin tight
moon boots when i take flight
i put nuts in her mouth like a young mike

[hook: kay the yacht]

i’m so in tune with the struggle (nah!)
i can’t do shit for you suckers (nah!)
look at my wrist it got colors (nah!)
diamonds they fucking each other, diamonds they fucking each other
double b guns in the b-tter
b-tterfly dead couldn’t fly in this weather
heads at the top get severed
forge the hammer like thor
break the mother fuckin equator
i took a picture with fader
pour me a fourth b-tch i’m youngin
i need a molly and perc
i need a vet on a vert
franklin my pockets on kirk
fucking your hoe for dessert
i need it more than my verse

[hook: kay the yacht]

i’m so in tune with the struggle (nah!)
i can’t do shit for you suckers (nah!)
look at my wrist it got colors (nah!)
diamonds they fucking each other, diamonds they fucking each other
double b guns in the b-tter
b-tterfly dead couldn’t fly in this weather
heads at the top get severed
forge the hammer like thor
break the mother fuckin equator
i took a picture with fader
pour me a fourth b-tch i’m youngin
i need a molly and perc
i need a vet on a vert
franklin my pockets on kirk
fucking your hoe for dessert
i’m so in tune with the struggle

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