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letra de yeen havin - thrax

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(intro)
yeen havin n-gga stop cappin
play with that beat yeah a n-gga love rapping
yeah i love the street life i really be trapping
tryna get out this life i’m still trapped in, first place in this race i ain’t overlapping
n-ggas be so foo lying in they captions
playing with this money gon get your ass captured

i’m ahead of my game n-ggas better catch up
money don’t sleep i ain’t doing a nap
and this prada coat cozy might just take a nap in it
fell too deep in this water no it’s not a baptism
fell in love with fashion i’m a demon for scab denim
chrome heart jeans yeah i’m stuffing the racks in
i’m too gone off this earth blowing gas n-gga, speeding off in this sting going fast n-gga

counting blue cheese while you going out sad
socialize with the money all about a bag
n-ggas know i get money i ain’t gotta brag
i’ma hit it at the park derek jeter the pack
b-tch i’m feeling like a feen i’m itching for this cash
i was down bad but that sh-t is in the past
if he plotting cut them off trust no snakes in the grass
i’m gon run it up til i’m at my very last

hook;
yeen havin n-gga stop capping
i been f-cking with that beat yeah a n-gga love rapping
yeah i love the street life i really be trapping
tryna get out of this life a n-gga be trapped in
first place in this race i ain’t overlappin
n-ggas be so foo lying in they captions
playing with this money gon get yo ass captured

i’m a king in this sh-t, you a peasant
ganja vacuum sealed ship it off just like a present
i’m obtaining know this income sh-t a blessing
you ain’t getting no money stay up out my presence
candy paint the beemer or white iridescent
b-tch i’m making these moves like i’m playing chess
told that b-tch to leave me alone she actin’ like a pest
man there’s levels to this sh-t we ain’t getting’ no rest

and that’s real sh-t, talking down body bags get zipped
and i’m pulling up with some big sh-t
need my pockets fat just like a big b-tch
lassey miyake tote bag and it’s real stitching
heard your man talk to the feds he got caught snitching
i’ma run it til my bank account having 10 digits
got that b-tch all on her knees like its part of her religion

- thrax

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