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letra de my name is - ybn cordae

[intro]
wooh!
alright, alright
now listen, listen loud and clear, you dig?
this is uh, this is history
for real n-gga
yo, yo
yo, yo, yo
now check me out, listen

[verse 1]
why everybody change on me?
while i remain the same, that’s why i’m bringing major payne
like mothaf-ckin’ damon wayans
and now you chickens is toast, this ain’t raising cane’s
it’s clear we wasn’t raised the same, rappers lame with fame
i’m known to k!ll a wack rapper like a bad hobby
i smash hotties and stash bodies, then cop lil’ boats
like that’s yachty, and that’s probably
why i’m so fly that i crash lobbies and after it slap thotties
i’m a rap fanatic who rap fantastic without the platinum status
why i’m blastin’ the maddest ’cause most of these cats is average (uh)
i swear to god that i never lie to avoid a fact
a terrible hair stylist, i’m destroying tracks
i don’t bust guns but my n-ggas deploy the strap
then bring out a f-cking .45 like michael jordan’s back
i wanna give these n-ggas h-ll if heaven was grant
the best thing from pg since kevin durant

[hook]
hah, my name is, my name is, yeah
oh yeah, ybn sh-t
don’t doubt my name, i said, i tell ’em what my name
n-gga better know the name, yeah, ybn sh-t
better know, my name is (yuh)

[verse 2]
see, a n-gga was skippin’ cl-ss, d-mn i rather attempt the raps
said f-ck it i’m missing that, when i blow go tick for tack
i’m a boss on my diddy sh-t, my flow is too hideous
dropped out of school, senior year, a true idiot
you see, i wear designer bags, i don’t carry minor cash
i’m trying to find the stack, big as blac chyna’s -ss
oh you wack rhymers, trash climbers, that’s kinda sad
in the pathfinder, but my path couldn’t find my dad
now my soul dented, pulled up in a ghost tinted
in a drive-by, where n-ggas shooting sh-t like cole bennett
you ho’s finished, in this rap sh-t a cold menace
but i’m flowin’ gold liquid, d-mn i’m so vicious
uh, my name is cordae, but don’t forget the ybn
i used to get high with friends off grandmama’s vicodins
and mix it with a percocet, d-mn that really worked a sweat
my verse is just perfect, yeah, f-ck it go and search the net

[hook]
hah, my name is, my name is
n-gga’s be the lamest, ybn sh-t
my name, you n-gga’s know his name
the n-gga’s flow is lame, n-gga, hah
man, these n-ggas whack as f-ck
in this music sh-t, bro, like what the f-ck
you n-ggas suck like sh-t bro, like
d-mn you n-ggas f-cking suck. man

- ybn cordae

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