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letra de 666 - yg

[intro: yg]
uh

[verse 1: yg]
stars in the roof, sittin’ in the wraith
got it all off these bars, man, this sh-t kinda crazy
i been out wildin’ with these young n-ggas lately
f-ckin’ all the pretty b-tches, man, this sh-t kinda crazy
i’m blessed so it’s brazy, lifestyle too much for ladies
i been on some player sh-t, hoops my n-gga don’t make
you is not the reason i’m pullin’ up in the latest
westside n-gga, ho, i don’t need no favors

[pre-chorus: yg]
ayy, d-mn this beat got b-ss
everything that’s bad for me right here in my face
i been on the fo’ block, i been on the a
gun up on my waist like i’m tryna catch a case

[chorus: yg & youngboy never broke again]
move b-tch, a n-gga need a little sp-ce
stank look on my face, that’s too much drugs and drank
bein’ haunted ’bout my past, someone help me get away, d-mn
what you think i do? i buy more drugs and drank
move b-tch, a n-gga need a little sp-ce (uh-huh)
don’t tell me i’ma be okay ’cause this sh-t not okay (uh-uh)
give a f-ck ’bout what you think b-tch, f-ck what you think (f-ck you b-tch)
but don’t come judgin’ me ’cause i had too much drugs and drank

[verse 2: yg & youngboy never broke again / both]
i ain’t in the mood b-tch, don’t come inside my gate
that’s trep-ssin’ you b-st-rd, i can shoot you in your face
if i run past you, my bad, my whole life feel like it’s a maze
been drinkin’ my life away, they can’t stop me, i go crazy
drunk drivin’ in that g-wagon, they tell me it ain’t safe
but i’m drunk drivin’ that g-wagon
get your square -ss out my face
the homie just got a wraith (wraith)
po-po brought him my name (name)
they know we from the gang, this sh-t out my range
this sh-t out my f-ckin’ range b-tch
i ain’t plannin’ on a change b-tch
i’m goin’ through a field of pain b-tch
4hunnid gang, cl!ck-clack, bang b-tch
i’m haunted by these demons, yeah, i see ’em walk (walk)
so you know i got the devil in my thoughts (thoughts)
i be seein’ the devil in my living room hall (hall)
i just hope i ain’t got the devil in my little heart (this sh-t for real)

[pre-chorus: yg]
ayy, d-mn this beat got b-ss
everything that’s bad for me right here in my face
i been on the fo’ block, i been on the a
gun up on my waist like i’m tryna catch a case

[chorus: yg & youngboy never broke again]
move b-tch, a n-gga need a little sp-ce
stank look on my face, that’s too much drugs and drank
bein’ haunted ’bout my past, someone help me get away, d-mn
what you think i do? i buy more drugs and drank
move b-tch, a n-gga need a little sp-ce
don’t tell me i’ma be okay ’cause this sh-t not okay
give a f-ck ’bout what you think b-tch, f-ck what you think
but don’t come judgin’ me ’cause i had too much drugs and drank

[verse 3: youngboy never broke again]
(and i’ll pull up)
and i’ll pull up with a hundred in each pocket b-tch (skrrt)
fresh up out the slammer, that lil’ n-gga on some c-cky sh-t
play me like a jit and you get hit up
you ain’t stoppin’ sh-t (grrah, rrah)
tell me when to pull up
make the train ride in the lobby b-tch (all in the lobby)
move b-tch, get shot up in your face (b-tch)
n-ggas ’round me hate, tryna figure what i made (d-mn)
can’t make it to my house if i don’t buzz you at the gate (beep)
secure ’bout my gang, b-tch i gotta play it safe
plenty racks off in the safe, sh-t (racks)
check it, you get mate, b-tch
five, that’s my blood blatt, strictly that 4l sh-t
quick, a shooter 12 sh-t, without the dope, young n-gga rich
challenged at your own risk
i up and bust your dome b-tch (boo-bow)

[pre-chorus: yg]
ayy, d-mn this beat got b-ss
everything that’s bad for me right here in my face
i been on the fo’ block, i been on the a
gun up on my waist like i’m tryna catch a case

[chorus: yg & youngboy never broke again]
move b-tch, a n-gga need a little sp-ce
stank look on my face, that’s too much drugs and drank
bein’ haunted ’bout my past, someone help me get away, d-mn
what you think i do? i buy more drugs and drank
move b-tch, a n-gga need a little sp-ce
don’t tell me i’ma be okay ’cause this sh-t not okay
give a f-ck ’bout what you think b-tch, f-ck what you think
but don’t come judgin’ me ’cause i had too much drugs and drank

[outro: albert “alchemist” thompson]
lord, help me lord. these kids lord, they playing with all these guns and drugs, they remind me when i was young. see, in the 80s, we didn’t play that sh-t. but we was crack babies. no lord, i’m not no hypocrite, i’m just an old motherf-cker, tryna save some sh-t. lord, i ask my son “why it is just thugs he hang out with?” he looked at me and said “pops, i’m staying dangerous.” help me lord, i tried to tell him there are many ways to stay dangerous. power is dangerous, knowledge is dangerous, having them dollars is dangerous. he just looked at me lord and said “pops, i’m talking dangerous.”

- yg

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