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letra de full clip pt. 2 - ybf k sauce

[verse]
aye run it back, b-tch
walk down on a n-gga wit the mac
he gone get clapped, b-tch
he ain’t see that choppa it was black
but i was strapped b-tch
that sh-t he be rappin is cap, b-tch
that n-gga ain’t been in the trap
he cap for them hoes
got hit in the back, b-tch
he asking for that pressure
how you cry when u get popped, n-gga
shootin til u drop, n-gga
murder all my opps, n-gga
i ain’t never missed a single shot
out on yo block, n-gga
feeling like a hitman
these bodies that i got, n-gga
they ask a n-gga who want smoke?
i tell ‘em me
lil n-gga i know where you be
my n-ggas sliding wit that heat
we leave yo body on a tee
b-tch its a room full of n-ggas
you ain’t gotta look at me
she told me “all them n-ggas broke”
“you the only one i see c”
i said i guess you get my d
but b-tch i’m rich, so pay yo fee
and these n-ggas really b-tches
why they act like they a g
b-tch i guess i planted seeds
pockets growing like a tree
she said “b-tch you ain’t gon make it”
i said “b-tch, you wait and see”
i want that s-m-o-k-e
i’m mvp if you play me
all these p-ssy n-ggas weak
only gangsta in a tweet
i said “n-gga why u cappin’”
“you a b-tch when u ain’t rappin’”
he keep sayin he a k!ller
i might pull up, get to clapping
b-tch you know foe nem bout that action
we gone press you like a printer
i ain’t never been that n-gga
talkin sh-t from in my sprinter
took yo b-tch out on a date
she got crazy off that liquor
do what i want, i had to tip her
im throwing ones ‘cause she a winner
how the f-ck you say you ballin, n-gga
you ain’t got no bags
he, he, he ain’t got no cash
i’ll put that n-gga on his ass
n-gga say he keep a gun
b-tch you better count yo mag
sendin shots, them bullets fast
i took his b-tch, i know he mad
ever since that first time
i had a p-ssy n-gga press me
choppa got to kicking sh-t
like it was lionel messi
you dont know me, call me sauce
only way you gon address me
number 1 up in my class
pray n0body ever test me
scg and ybf
we leave yo body on a shelf
if a n-gga run up on me
get to shooting like i’m steph
when i’m f-ckin on yo b-tch
make her hit the treble clef
she say i go way too deep
it ain’t that way for no-one else
b-tch!

- ybf k sauce

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