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letra de draft time - yg teck

[yg teck:]
i jump in and yank off
i don’t do no backing out
ain’t even trying to bump into you twice
rather cash him out
more money than the lawyers
but i took the savage route
stepping on a bricky in the street
but i’m halfway out
one foot in, one foot out (yes)
i can’t, i want a drought
i know you cherish that sh-t you got left
that’s cuz you running out (brokey!)
made slow days fast time
got .40s, had nines
pro-day i did four flat
now it’s draft time

one foot in, one foot out
hard and smack plays
10 stack play
i’m coming out early like half-day
(yuh)
i can drop some music now
and wait ’til the cash pay
or step on some sh-t and eat fast and
don’t tax pay
i been doing good though
everything legitimate
ain’t serve a n-gga in a long time but still
a get him hit
still know how it’s getting mixed
press ‘еm like they getting bеnched
oh you tired of n-ggas getting over?
ngiga get a fence
teck how you really been?
i’m having my way sir
i just vaccum sealed 500 cash today sir
heard you grabbed another truck
sorry but you late
63s, trackhawks, tech package not the
base sir
i jump in a yank off
i don’t do no backing out
ain’t even trying to bump into you twice
rather cash him out
more money than the lawyers
but i took the savage route
stepping on a bricky in the street
but i’m halfway out
one foot in, one foot out (yes)
i can’t wait, i want a drought
i know you cherish that shift you fot left
that’s cuz you running out (brokey!)
made slow days fast time
got .40s, had nines
pro-day, i did four flat
not it’s draft time

nasg chaz:
i told my coach i wasn’t playing, took of
my sh-t and put in work
think he his brother biggest fan, that
n-gga picture on his shirt
put him in the team spirit, i really ain’t a
spirit guy
i don’t fly spirit but i done made some
n-ggas spirit fly
go on the run for 90 days
i ain’t counting what i made
if you catch me at a party better bet i’m
getting paid
every time we pop. out at the club that
sh-t be a parade
bottles of the ace
diamonds, jackboys, we playing spades
watched the opp run a 4 flat
thought he was the fastest ’til my
shooter chased him down
he the one should’ve got drafted
aside from all that dissing he pry
could’ve made it rapping
was a star, we put his ass under a rock
f-ck he patrick?
[yg teck:]
i jump in a yank off
i don’t do no backing out
ain’t even trying to bump into you twice
rather cash him out
more money than the lawyers
but i took the savage route
stepping on a bricky in the street
but i’m halfway out
one foot in, one foot out (yes)
i can’t wait, i want a drought
i know you cherish that shift you fot left
that’s cuz you running out (brokey!)
made slow days fast time
got .40s, had nines
pro-day, i did four flat
not it’s draft time

- yg teck

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