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letra de yung chain snatcher - td ceasar

[intro]
i’m the yung chain sn-tcher
td ceasar, aye, aye, yeah

[verse 1]
my name is ceasar, i put a b-tch on a t-shirt
i’m ballin’, you in the bleachers
f-ck all my teachers, i’m runnin’ ’round your block
hundred round clip, and it’s up on my tweezer
i don’t do features, you know my choppa a creature
it bite you, just like the grim reaper
it give you a seizure, i got the loud, like a speaker
i don’t give a f-ck if you weaker, (uh)
all of you b-tches is tweakin’
i got the good in the back, and you know that i’m geekin’, (yeah)
murder i’m seekin’
hundred round clip on my glizzy, it shine like a beacon
my b-tch puerto rican
i’m on the private jet, i go to dubai this weekend
i am a demon
my choppa bless me like deacon, and i got her leakin’
i’m runnin’ it up, got double cup
‘i love you glizzzy’, b-tch, shut the f-ck up
i’m sippin’ the lean, and the codiene is drippin’
it’s gettin’ me tipsy, i’m sippin’ on mud
you got a gang? what is your blood
i got her leakin’, causin’ a flood
all the hoes want me, ’cause they know that td is up
and they know my gang full of studs
i got a hundred bands, droppin’ that sh-t on a coupe
diggin’ it up from the mud
i f-ck the fans, sippin’ on lean like it’s soup
you can not f-ck with the blood
draco on deck, you know the lean got me looped
when i up, you better run
now is your chance, you cannot f-ck with my group
because you gonna get stunned

[chorus]
got the draco on my seat, make you bleed, you need a tampon
ammo in my suite, pop a bean, like i got coupons
stainless steel, colored on my grip, just like a crayon
draco radiate, like a motherf-ckin’ photon’, (b-tch)
draco on my seat, make you bleed, you need a tampon
ammo in my suite, pop a bean, like i got coupons
stainless steel, colored on my grip, just like a crayon
draco radiate, like a motherf-ckin’ photon’, (b-tch)

[verse 2]
stick, five stars, got the coco, let me bag it
i can’t f-ck with you, or your gang, ’cause you a f-ggot
actin’ like you hard, sh-t is funny, bob saget
lil’ homie, you a b-tch, you a motherf-ckin’ maggot
lookin’ at the roof, all you see is f-ckin’ stars
in the parkin’ lot, i got 25 cars
i got the money, so i’m gonna spend it on weed
because i cannot f-ck with no tar
if a b-tch, tryna pull up, i’mma smoke him like a ‘gar

[outro]
he want smoke, he want smoke, he want smoke, (yeah)
he want smoke, he want smoke, he want smoke, (yeah)
he want smoke, he want smoke, he want smoke, (yeah)
he want smoke, he want, aye, aye

- td ceasar

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