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letra de fast car music (stain) - ybn nahmir

[chorus]
i just wanna f-ck, i don’t love the birds, ayy
hop up in that coupe, lamborghini swerve, ‘vette
smokin’ all these blunts, almost hit the curb, ayy
when i hit the gas, i leave these n-ggas hurt

[interlude]
you don’t understand somethin’, n-gga
you worried ’bout a b-tch? go and hit a stain, n-gga
go get that there, n-gga, gotta pick ’em up
f-ck that n-gga and all that, all that
you know me, n-gga, i’ll fire, n-gga
fly n-ggas, send that address and all that
b-tch, we comin’, takin’ everything for the takin’, n-gga

[verse]
i’m so f-ckin’ high, i might touch the moon
if she say she wanna f-ck, i’m like, “okay, do it”
say she wanna suck a n-gga d-ck, that b-tch do what it do
me and glitch been sh-ttin’ on these n-ggas since we was in school
i’m back to back in traffic, me and gang slidе, breakin’ all the rules
my othеr b-tch be f-ckin’ all on our opps, i think they tryna move
this thot ho was talkin’, had my baby, i might just pop her too
i was clutchin’ on twos, actin’ a fool
you know how i’m rockin’, dude
my partner snaked me for the bean
so i keep one tucked every time i’m steppin’ out
ho, i bet he think i won’t rub off the paint
i’ma go take all the bands out the safe
might just go spend all my money on ks
i be in houston with jay prince and drake
i’m smokin’ big gas, h-lla blunts to the face
my eyes super red like a n-gga got mace’d
then i’m back to the trap with a lil’ ho neck
tell [?]
slidin’ in the rolls royce and it got tints
wanna be the man? gotta k!ll your sh-t
’cause i done been shot at by many men
they had hope but he died in a ambulance
they was shook when i hopped out that minivan
had those boys sh-ttin’ all up in they pants
[chorus]
i just wanna f-ck, i don’t love the birds, ayy
hop up in that coupe, lamborghini swerve, ‘vette
smokin’ all these blunts, almost hit the curb, ayy
when i hit the gas, i leave these n-ggas hurt

[outro]
when i hit the gas, i make your lil’ b-tch twerk
yeah, she know how to suck the d-ck but she get up on my nerves
buy forgiatos or monte carlos, slide through the city, get murked
they know i keep glocks, though, that’s in the tahoe, with a big crib in the ‘burbs
haha, n-gga, bang, bang-bang

- ybn nahmir

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