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letra de muscle - yatta

f-ck it up, b-tch
aye, aye, aye
f-ck it up
aye, aye
f-ck it up, b-tch
aye, aye, aye
f-ck it up, b-tch
if you f-ck with us
then you stuck with us, b-tch
if you f-ck with suckas
then you duck with suckas, b-tch
(aye,aye)

i ain’t lookin’ for no handout
i rather kick the door, and run up in yo d-mn house
you say that that’s yo man, that’s yo man now
that’s yo man in the beginning
but that’s yo man when it ends out [?]
he said a n-gg- workin’
got k!lled before he brought the work in
backdoored em’, n-gg-s smurkish
20 bands on his head
one n-gg- k!lled him for a bourbon
(yeah)
yo man, he’s yo man now
20 bands on yo head, you gon’ find out who yo mans now
his man left him man down
gave em’ a headshot and his mans the only man round’
we don’t play fair
(yeah)
it ain’t safe here
(yeah)
gun smoke, yellow tape here
(yeah)
n-gg-s get k!lled broad day here
(yeah)
give it up, i know the safe here
don’t even reach
cause i’ll teach; you’ll stay here
(yeah)
hit a lick for like 8 g’s
cash it on on some cubans
now, i dare a n-gg- to take these
fake chain? what?
b-tch, please!
i ain’t yo mans, that’s yo bd with them fake d’s
you tryna break the b-tch’s jaw, break the b-tch’s jeans
you tryna f-ck up her guts, i f-ck up her knees
she like “daddy, you disgusting–bust it in my weave.”
and had you cash out on a bundle–that b-tch so sleeze
(ha)
that’s why i never trust a b-tch
i just f-ck a b-tch
(aye)
i’ll never love a b-tch

aye, aye, aye
f-ck it up, b-tch
ain’t no movement in the city that could f-ck with us, b-tch
we got the money, respect, and the muscle up, b-tch!
aye, aye, aye
f-ck it up, b-tch
ain’t no movement in the city that could f-ck with us, b-tch
we got the money, respect, and the muscle up, b-tch!

(gang, gang, gang–corkoland crazy!)

- yatta

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