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letra de get ur freak on - lil yachty

[verse 1: lil yachty]
[?] been that n-gga, everyone else was late
[?] like i sat on red velvet cake
free my dawg [?]
been sittin’ down half a decade, still ain’t got his time
n-ggas who ain’t did not a crime, tryna [?] the snitches
the sh-t you talk ’bout in your raps [?] most fictitious
all that hoopla that you doin’, tryna impress the b-tches
the main reason that celine was [?] on our britches
i ain’t never needed a handout, i stretched it on my own
the sh-t was cold and n-ggas was [?] i stood up on my ones
i ain’t gon’ lie, one of them years i exhausted my funds
i doubled it back, secured thе bag, now i’m on the run
can’t even look at hoеs for love, strictly just for fun
all these n-ggas look the same, can’t pick ’em out the bunch
you’re dead wrong, should be ashamed [?]
f-ck wrong with n-ggas [?] i don’t f-ck with n-ggas
but [?] the stylist, i’m the flyest, get that through your head
i can’t believe they turned me down and didn’t see my vision
i can’t believe he lied and told the hoes [?] wasn’t winnin’ (shh)
now you know that sh-t ain’t true
[?] keep a closed fist
i will never have bad blood over my old b-tch
i be with [?]
i be with steppers and the stunners, just go ask mitch
f-ck n-gga, and this sh-t is a game until we up switch
i done bought so many whips, you’d think i beat n-ggas
these hoes don’t know a thing about me ‘cept i like it sloppy
without a pimple on my face, it’s hard to act c-cky
yeah dawg, i heard what you said, it added up oddly
that pillow talkin’ never stopped the hoes from f-ckin’ once
catch ’em lackin’, have him lookin’ like he spilled the hunt’s
[?] the heinz
off the x i feel like malcolm, peekin’ through the blinds
lookin’ through the middle
[?] your last chance, i don’t feel bad a little
it’s us
[verse 2: dc2trill]
yeah, uh huh
she spilt my drink in the [?] truck, i’m finna take her home
we got these pistols [?] they aimin’ at your dome
we got this ‘crete sh-t bigger than the georgia dome
i’m tired of these n-ggas copyin’ me, i’m finna make a clone
big player, i don’t need no x-ray vision to see my exes naked
meanin’ they gon’ throw that cat to me, just happy to see i made it
shawty, i came strictly for the cake, i can’t do no cakin’
i used to [?] elevator, but now i’m elevated
b-tch you with the, biggest boat, the biggest drank baby
i should change my name to big coach how i manage n-ggas
i just gotta throw a couple of these to get her out her feelings
had my n-gga fightin’ in that cell, now he ball like krillin
told that b-tch [?]
hit it one more time before i diss it, f-ck it i might miss it
[?] like soulja boy blowin’ hollow kisses
b-tch i go by mr. mr. junior, i’m the biggest in this
she open up her mouth and evict my tenants
they got the job done but they still spendin’
before you get my [?] you can get my kidney
i rolled up all my dank, i can’t stop grinnin’

- lil yachty

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