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letra de prison - ybn nahmir

[intro]
bang
ayy

[chorus]
so much money in my pockets, it ain’t sh-t you could tell me
drunk as f-ck, coolin’ in the trap off of that remy
f-cked this ho and she stupid bad, she squirt in her panties
still in the hood with the gang gang, my enemies b-tches
twelve hit the spot, they started askin’ about all them cars that was rented
i don’t know a thang
’cause when it was pressure, all my friends turned to snitches (all my friends turned to snitches)
i swear to god, know it ain’t sh-t to drop a bag when they k!ll ’em
self-defensе and i’m bonding out, i can’t see me in no prison

[verse 1]
self-defеnse and i’m bonding out, i can’t see me in the system
know the opps be tryna wet me up, they b-tches be hittin’ me
but i’ma chase all these f-ckin’ bands, f-ck you and yo’ clan
like “where the safe?”
my b-tch come through and she smoke you and yo’ mans
like “where the cake?”
i need that bread, f-ck all that sh-t you be talkin’ ’bout
true religion, robin jeans every time i stepped out the house
i got a bag, you n-ggas broke, so how you say i fell off?
i get the cheese, i ain’t no rat but i got p’s in the loft
come through shooting at you n-ggas like i’m jayvon
n-ggas thought they caught me lackin’, had that glocky .45
if he slide, he gon’ die
we gon’ send you to the sky
since them n-ggas shot my brother, it’s guaranteed that i’ma ride
i might have to send that kite, gon’ and take a n-gga life
fn with a thirty clip, it complete the mission right
watch how this young n-gga bounce out with that .44, get to spillin’ sh-t
b-tch, i been, been had them packs
b-tch, i been, been had them racks
errytime these n-ggas see me, b-tch, i’m always in the trap
momma told me watch these n-ggas, ’cause they’ll stab you in the back
yo’ homie tried it, he got whacked
[chorus]
so much money in my pockets, it ain’t sh-t you could tell me
drunk as f-ck, coolin’ in the trap off of that remy (b-tch, i’m off of that remy)
f-cked this ho and she stupid bad, she squirt in her panties
still in the hood with the gang gang, my enemies b-tches
twelve hit the spot, they started askin’ about all them cars that was rented, i don’t know a thang
’cause when it was pressure, all my friends turned to snitches (all my friends turned to snitches)
i swear to god, know it ain’t sh-t to drop a bag when they k!ll ’em
self-defense and i’m bonding out, i can’t see me in no prison (i can’t see me in no system)

[outro]
gang

- ybn nahmir

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