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letra de 90's - that yung chase

[hook]
we stuck in 9-0
motherf-ck the 5-0
everywhere i go, timbs and my jeans low
ayo, you better rigiddity respect it
or the smith ‘n’ wesson might teach you a lesson

we living in tha 90’s, 90’s
we stuck in tha 90’s, 90’s
we living in tha 90’s, 90’s
we stuck in tha 90’s 90’s

[verse 1]
young brother and i’m living 9-0
spitting in the jungle for survival
tryna find a rival
but ain’t n0body rival, me or the team
and the team be double s to the b
uh
turn on the tv all i see
is the fresh prince
it’s all re-runs but i really don’t care
i’m stuck in the 90’s and i don’t wanna leave there
i’m braided up like young bow wow
i’ma finna be the king of the game, tell ’em bow down
o’ wow i got the dopest style
send a n-gga to heaven if he talking down
smack up tell ’em move him move outta town
motherf-cker, i hold the crown if you dare touch it you gone drown
in a ocean of bars
i should be in the skies i’ma star
living out on mars
eating rappers up like the bars, mars
soon to be in fast cars
lamborghini, miggity miggity miggity mercy
f-ck wid chase
yo life will be erased
i got bars for days
f-ck wid my blood
then blood gone be drippin’ from yo face
leave you lifeless now you looking death in the eye
don’t blink n-gga you might die

[hook]

[verse 2]

young n-gga, sh-t could’ve been a drug dealer
i play ball and i rap i’m your typical n-gga?
naw just cause i fit the stereotype
don’t mean i am the type
what i write blast through your stereo my rhymes tight
well that’s what they say
influenced by greats
i’m talking x, jay, red, meth, eazy, ll and the rest of them
no disrespect if i ain’t mention them
i’m just tryna get it
don’t f-ck with feds they get no love from a n-gga
they just tryna treat me like another n-gga
arrest me i swear i’ma k!ller
spit crack on beats i’m yo ears drug dealer
struggle since birth ain’t no clique realer
i’ma animal on the beat
turn a mc to swiss cheese
i feel like n0body can stop me
devil in my ear, i swear
he making that noise
my team roll with them toys
let it off at f-ck boys
boy f-ck all that twitter beef
meet me in the stu
i’m screaming f-ck you
take too many off my lines they’ll dead you
so i guess my bars cocaine
make you see all black
you leaking red
this that 90’s sh-t
1996

- that yung chase

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