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letra de y.n.s. - lil 1 & 30 roc

[intro: international jefe & lil yachty]
young n-gga sh-t
young n-gga sh-t
international jefe
(30, you a motherf-ckin’ fool, n-gga)
ah

[chorus: international jefe]
yeah, young n-gga sh-t, yeah
young n-gga sh-t
young n-gga sh-t
i’ll take a n-gga b-tch
yeah, young n-gga sh-t, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
we on some young n-gga sh-t (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
you want smoke? (ooh)
yeah, you can get that (you can get that)
n-gga, that’s your ho? (that’s your ho?)
n-gga, know i hit that (yeah)
i just [?], i’m tryna get a bag (d-mn)
i just f-cked your b-tch [?], i don’t want no strings attached (yeah, yeah, woo)

[verse 1: international jefe]
pull up [?]
b-tch, i’m a gorilla
n-gga, i’m a ape
i don’t wear no bape
sippin’ on codeine
feel that in my kidney
livin’ out my dreams
got these hoes in they feelings
nah, but i ain’t with it
nah, i can’t get with that
all these hoes, they leechin’
they ain’t write me when i was prison
cartier frames, they tinted
all my young n-ggas, they with it
they ridin’ with them glizzies
you know the clips extended
[?] like [?]

[verse 2: lil 1]
i just f-cked a n-gga b-tch
i can’t get no strings attached
we on that young n-gga sh-t
thirty with the gl!ck attached
shootin’ dice off in the bricks
lose a dub and get it back
find a n-gga body slumped
if they find out you a rat
closed case, toe tag
sh-t get hot in the summer
young n-gga ride with that burner
they tweak, it’s a headshot
you better not stop at the red light
these drums hold fifty or better
my n-ggas gon’ shoot if i tell ’em
we on that young n-gga sh-t
split ’em like a twig
yeah

[chorus: international jefe & capo ree]
yeah, young n-gga sh-t, yeah
young n-gga sh-t
young n-gga sh-t
i’ll take a n-gga b-tch (take your b-tch)
yeah, young n-gga sh-t, yeah
we on some young n-gga sh-t
you want smoke? (ooh)
yeah, you can get that (you can get that)
n-gga, that’s your ho? (that’s your ho?)
n-gga, know i hit that (yeah)
i just [?], i’m tryna get a bag (d-mn)
(yeah)
i just f-cked your b-tch [?], i don’t want no strings attached
(yeah, capo)

[verse 3: capo ree]
i don’t want no strings attached, lil buddy, you know you can keep that
young n-gga gettin’ money [?] with my [?]
twenty thousand on a [?], know i bet that
come to 800, [?] to get your chain sn-tched
comin’ in and out, saran wrap, you know how we rockin’
[?] for all the profit
and if it’s smoke, n-gga, we [?], tell me where you at
young n-ggas pullin’ up bustin’ outside roof of h-llcats
young n-gga sh-t

[outro: lil yachty]
30, you a motherf-ckin’ fool, n-gga

- lil 1 30 roc

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