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letra de 1st place freestyle - ybc nate

[intro]
dead homies
yeah aight

dumbass n-ggas, back from the dead tho
no faking
yeah aight
[verse 1]
i took a break for two months but im locked in
n-gga where the banks at im finna flock in
mr take a n-gga b-tch and pass her up
and she bad best believe ima f-ck
i took a break for two months but im locked in
n-gga where the banks at im finna flock in
mr take a n-gga b-tch and pass her up
[verse 2]
top notch bad b-tch im in her guts
first place you will never see me last
amg switch the coupe im finna gas (amg switch the coupe im finna gas)
take a risk get the money and bought a bag
his feelings hurt the way im grippin on her ass (his feelings hurt the way im grippin on her ass)
window walkin and im falling thru the glass
[?] switch gears and i gas
[verse 3]
high speed when i hop inside this lo
you n-ggas stupid if you think id a let bum n-gga take my hoe
bl–dy scene when these bodies start hittin the flo
if he thinkin that im [?] im not b-tch
if he ain’t talking bout no pape then thats the blocklist
spin thru five times im tryna get the whole block hit
[?] tell a f-ck n-gga block this
[?] and blow the show up
[?] ybc gang all the bad b-tches know us
get in this b-tch and blow the show up
tappin a n-ggas pocket for this pen get the whole bus
get in this b-tch and blow the show up
if you a homebody n-gga promise itll get yo hoe f-cked
get in this b-tch and blow the show up
if the p-ssy too good you wonder who blowin her phone up
[verse 4]
[?] question know she gon f-ck
3am creeping ybcs we tryna pour cup
officer get to asking questions but i dont know nun
this arp will f-ck up his life we carry ghost guns
we them young n-ggas poppin this sh-t lets get the show runnin
back from the dead up 30 bands i got the trap jumpin
[?] like i dont match nothin
(young n-gga bail out the jail he tryna have somethin)
im beatin her down on the pinky havin her back bussin
got them wondering why im mia cuz the racks comin
them n-ggas ain’t sippin tris thought it was robitussin
shiesty n-gga [?] dumped the whole pint shot back to his tummy
and i ain’t giving out advice just getchu sum money
cuz n-ggas broke living average and nun be funny
ima keep the ball on my court can’t be no dummy
i was a different type of kid, 7 years old i fell in love with the junkies
[outro]
dead homies n-gga
no fakin, no rap cap nun of weird ass sh-t you n-ggas be on
back from the dead b-tch, been gettin pape still gettin pape
(jack just wanna drank)

- ybc nate

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