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letra de stya off my tip (remix) - ycn amir

yea ycn ycn yea y ah c ah n
i don’t got time for the bullshii i don’t got time for your b-tch
if she gonna stay off my d-ck
while this b-tch gonna wish
i don’t got time for the bull shii (yea)
i don’t got time for yo b-tch
if she gonna stay off my d-ck while this b-tch
gonna wish i don’t got time for all the shenanigans
i don’t got to be a lil git
i dint come out da bottle
i camn out the hat
doing this shii like cat
i’m doing this shii
doing shii with all over my lap giving this girl this big -ss d-ck
make yo b-tch master p
yuh, walk in the store like a bandit
hey, she got that neck just like candice
yo, we on the camera no candid
i take yo lil hoe then i vanish, aye
gl!ck on my my hip, like stay off my tip tip
n-ggas keep playing i’m bussing they lip lip
that hoe a waiter i give her a tip tip
ice on my neck yeah yk that’s that drip drip ayeee
young cold n-ggas pull up to city
ycn pull up nd sign yo girl t-tties
hang out out the window like it was a drive-by
chew on that spinach, yo hoe call me popeye
she waiting in line for the meat like its popeyes
paint on her face, you would think she was tye dye
we eating on beats like we ordered at 5 guys
we eating on beats like we order at popeyes
yea yea yea yea yea
step in the boof then i murder it i’m the best out here u ain’t heard
of me k!lling the beat like left to right shawty shaking -ss all
night next time u see a brother pick him up kuz u might get stuck u
know it’s funny when it rains it pours they got money for war but
can’t feed the poor like d-mn d-mn i switch it up on the beat i got
your b-tch she suck on my meat i got the glock 40 wit a beam double
my cup i be drinking on lean i just might pour the wok all in sprite
i got your b-tch got her c-mming all
night i don’t want your hoe cause she is a dyk-
everyday i grained new friends and loss all my olds one since
people wanna switch up when the dope com in if yu wasn’t my day one’s
i put the streets b4 myself it give sum leverage
this ain’t no average b-tch
i can be f-cking lil hoe
if she stay off my tip
if off my tip stay off my w-ng mane
b-tch i don’t care none that shii yu lame lil b-tch
blowing my phone get out my dms
yu thinking yu shii
everyday we can face time and shii
yu over yo head trippin
i ain’t b-tch bout this shii i ain’t b-tch about no hoe
buh me and my bro’s we going this dope
getting this glow up
tell that lil b-tch to stay out my zone
lil b-tch she don’t even know bout
none of us we comin up next this how we going flex lil b-tch yea yea
“laughing”

- ycn amir

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