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letra de from the d to the a 2 - lil yachty

[verse 1: tee grizzley]
oh sh-t, i just hit a boss b-tch
play soft with her, just to give her hard d-ck
real dawg, when i walk you can see the paw prints
heard a n-gga beat her ass, don’t be hittin’ our b-tch, n-gga
(pooh, you a fool for this one)
d to the a, tree from the bay
got a freak in la, flew her to me today
me and boat still locked in, ain’t sh-t changed
pint talk, n-gga, we got more sixteens than a tenth grade
(oh lord, jetson made another one)

[verse 2: lil yahcty]
i’m a b-tch breaker, move like the undertaker
grippin’ on my bl!ck in the crib in the elevator
move with the amputators, rap n-ggas animators
talkin’ like thеy hard, on the net they just calm and [?]
my n-ggas is confiscatеrs, take your lil’ chain
i’m in that lil’ ghost, i’m in that lil’ [?]
i’m in that lil’ p-ssy, sh-t feelin’ like a lil’ pond
tryna rob, you get shot soon as you steppin’ on my lawn
ah, boy be gone
f-cked her so good she went ‘head and turned blonde
so she felt like a new person (ooh)
don’t stop suckin’ when i’m burstin’, b-tch, i reimbursed you

[verse 3: tee grizzley]
aight, last night i broke a b-tch back and a bed
these lil’ n-ggas do more cap sh-t than l!cks
stacks so thick, it’s to the point i can’t spread
jumped on the jet, that’s the nation off the grid
ayy, let a n-gga play me like a b-tch, it can’t happen (at all)
whole lot of blood on my [?]
choppa spit that fire good, it can train dragons
brodie get that blue cheese of the green, it ain’t salad
hood b-tch, but she actin’ like she ain’t ratchet
bust a nut on [?] she got a n-gga name tatted
touch my n-gga yachty, get your top ripped, brain splatter
i’m american, but i fry your taco like i’m spanish

[verse 4: lil yachty]
habla no ingle mamacita
boat won’t spend one dollar on a puta
booyah, run around we might shoot ya’
my n-ggas take your plate for the mula
shoutout [?] that’s my n-gga (slatt)
one-eighty cash for benz truck, go figure
lean, not no liquor, it’s all in her liver, she leanin’
i love god, but i be movin’ ’round like a demon

[verse 5: tee grizzley]
pull up in some european, f-ck up nemesis
probably with a bad b-tch that’s indonesian
f-ck a restuarant, you hungry b-tch? the eat the s-m-n (suck it)
you know i’m fresh up out the streets, i’m from that cement
and my city bankrupt, they see a foreign, then they know it’s mine
if i die, my n-ggas did it, ’cause my opps don’t come outside
a westside n-gga f-ckin’ eastside b-tches (all of ’em)
you weren’t in that field, i just looked at the attendance, n-gga

[verse 6: lil yahcty]
from the state of georgia to michigan
got my brodie five bands not to mention men
my n-ggas wipe your plate like it’s wimbledon
boat emblem, rims tall as a grembelin
in atlanta with that tomahawk, no [?]
i won’t slime on my dawgs for the [?]
but i slime up that b-tch, [?]
better tell a friend i’m not real like an alien

- lil yachty

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