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letra de yay slinger - sam scarfo

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[intro: sam scarfo & yo gotti]
yay slinger, yay slinger
“you got to go”
off a half a o
yay slinger, yay slinger
you know what it do, n-gga
this the streets, my n-gga, yeah
and she used to tell, “if you sell that sh-t, you got to go”
yay slinger

[hook: sam scarfo]
sorry mama, all i am’s a yay slinger
yay slinger, yay slinger
and she used to tell, “if you sell that sh-t, you got to go”
then i stacked a hunnid bands off a half a o
yay slinger, yay slinger
yay slinger, y-y-y-yay slinger
and she used to tell, “if you sell that sh-t, you got to go”
then i stacked a hunnid bands off a half a o

[verse 1: sam scarfo]
since a youngin, all i wanted was a black mercedes
just turnt a half a mama to like thirty babies
whip it good, till that thing crème brûlée
keep a couple choppers loaded by the soufflé
b-tch flip, i’ma make the f-cking bank stop
got the kitchen hot as h-ll, in my tank top
sh-t still coming back, i’m like, “f-ck me” (pause)
knocking bun b, all up in my chuck t’s

[hook: sam scarfo]
sorry mama, all i am’s a yay slinger
yay slinger, yay slinger
and she used to tell, “if you sell that sh-t, you got to go”
then i stacked a hunnid bands off a half a o
yay slinger, yay slinger
yay slinger, y-y-y-yay slinger
and she used to tell, “if you sell that sh-t, you got to go”
then i stacked a hunnid bands off a half a o

[verse 2: yo gotti]
i sell yay and it ain’t no secret, holmes
used to keep that work inside my mama home
i don’t like mobile phones, that’s how n-ggas go [?]
and you can’t owe me, homie, that’s how n-ggas end up dead
i f-ck with them birds, let ’em fly when they come
can’t keep ’em around ’cause we sell ’em so young
swear i’d never look back if i get me a sack
once i got me a sack, b-tch, i never looked back
million dollars off rap, how ironic is that?
in the booth with the block, guess i’m pushing that crack
cmg, them the letters, want a hunnid or better
keep the strap on me, homie, n-ggas know it’s whatever
pushers know where he going, plug talking in snow
plenty money in the streets, and if you want it, it’s yours
i-i-i am yo gotti, i-i-i am the streets
drug slinging, my n-gga, and i’m playing for keeps

[hook: sam scarfo]
sorry mama, all i am’s a yay slinger
yay slinger, yay slinger
and she used to tell, “if you sell that sh-t, you got to go”
then i stacked a hunnid bands off a half a o
yay slinger, yay slinger
yay slinger, y-y-y-yay slinger
and she used to tell, “if you sell that sh-t, you got to go”
then i stacked a hunnid bands off a half a o

[verse 3: sam scarfo]
came up on a brick, i just bought a rover
and couldn’t give a b-tch right now a colder shoulder
i’m on my money, i’m on my money
i don’t think you understand how i’m on my money
you know sammy, raw white is alright
look at them powder burns, you been sniffing all night
my n-gga memphis out, fresh up off that murder wing
and you know the trap is up, booming like a burger king
best work is a bentley, you sniffing buick
got them big, plump birds, call ’em martha stewart
and i’m here with the b-tch, eye to eye with it
so when the price climb, you know a n-gga climb with it

[hook: sam scarfo]
sorry mama, all i am’s a yay slinger
yay slinger, yay slinger
and she used to tell, “if you sell that sh-t, you got to go”
then i stacked a hunnid bands off a half a o
yay slinger, yay slinger
yay slinger, y-y-y-yay slinger
and she used to tell, “if you sell that sh-t, you got to go”
then i stacked a hunnid bands off a half a o

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