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letra de x-posed - yg na$!r

[yg na$!r – verse 1]
cleaned up on your block but you ain’t did sh-t
cleaned up on your block, and my opps got hit
the glock what i grip, know i don’t slip, my burner on the hip
face my opp, i empty the clip, we hopped in the whip
take his life and his pendant too, dependant on the mood
stay with a tool, (strapped) ,yeah what it do?
i raise my stick, i raise the bl!ck, and i don’t miss
d-mn this n-gga got smoked in front his b-tch
[yg na$!r – hook]
yeah i’m with it, i’ll be there to run up let it pop and then i k!ll it
a drum up in his spine, bet that he feel it
riding round in the cat, they know it double tinted
we cleaned up on your block, you ain’t do nun, just admit it yeah i’m with it, i’ll be there to run up let it pop and then i k!ll it
a drum up in his spine, bet that he feel it
riding round in the cat, they know it double tinted
we cleaned up on your block, you ain’t do nun, just admit it

[x money – verse 2]
dissin’ who? hope it wasn’t me, cause that wouldn’t be smart
the way i shoot and how i keep it low, i’m like ray allen’s arc
think you cool, you ain’t got no rizz, you ain’t got no sauce
cause you is twitching, put you on the tv, like you adin ross
then there’s the opps, they sendin’ the shots, do it with no warning
we gon’ k!ll ’em, we gon’ have they parents’ nights turn to they mournings
just talked to god, ride his wave like rod, guess i’m the holy one
now i’m a rapper, should’ve been a golfer, i put a hole-in-one
4 by 4, hit ’em in the top, hit ’em in the spine
i ain’t lying, i’mma get it done, just gimme some time
you exposing me, not how it ‘posed to be, but i ain’t scared
just trust the process, and you’ll see the outcome when i hop on air

[yg na$!r – hook]
yeah i’m with it, i’ll be there to run up let it pop and then i k!ll it
a drum up in his spine, bet that he feel it
riding round in the cat, they know it double tinted
we cleaned up on your block, you ain’t do nun, just admit it – yeah i’m with it, i’ll be there to run up let it pop and then i k!ll it
a drum up in his spine, bet that he feel it
riding round in the cat, they know it double tinted
we cleaned up on your block, you ain’t do nun, just admit it
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[2ton – verse 3]
ain’t no hoe in me
she know i’m a heavy hitter, pull up and they knowing me
she be giving head and shaking ass like a lil prostitute
ephy hittin’ cap, watch your mouth before you’re hoe with that sh-t
i be with them n-ggas, get your gang, shawty watch you neck
it’s them n-ggas from the hood, b-tch you know you’ll lose
the outcome is [?], young ephy, i’ve fiving on ’em
i was popping sh-t, told me bro “let’s go make some bread”
i be in the stu’ with some n-ggas, i be spittin’ sh-t
i be gettin’ high, f-ck that sh-t, r.i.p. to juice
all these opp feds on my d-ck, what they finna do?
i’mma hit your voice like a verse, it go “scu-do-do”
i don’t f-ck with them, all these b-tches on my d-ck
ephraim he the g.o.a.t. aye, i be spittin’ sh-t aye, i can’t play with them aye
yeah
spare time with my n-ggas, be be having fun, that’s my bro, bro
i love, i love all my bros, that’s my gang sh-t (yeah gang)
all my n-ggas gang, yeah, we bang sh-t
freestyle on this beat, on some juice wrld sh-t
r.i.p. to all them n-ggas that had all them hits
yeah (gang, gang)

- yg nar

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