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letra de notice - ygtut

[intro]
cashmoneyap
devil keep tryna take my soul but n-gga i ain’t going
cash ap got the beats out here

[chorus]
devil keep tryna take my soul but n-gga i ain’t going
n-gga just way too solid, that’s why i can’t be broke
comin’ for all y’all necks, i’m puttin’ you p-ssy boys on notice
yeah, n-gga, yeah
’bout to run it up, let’s get the bucks my n-gga, we on it
counted a couple g’s this morning
next to a chick with double d’s on her
ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, n-gga, yeah
she say it’s way too hot in follies and it’s still snowing

[verse 1]
f-ck out my face, talkin’ that ra-ra sh-t, n-gga
giving these n-ggas grace, you better thank god lil n-gga
who you think you playin’ wit’? you better think hard lil n-gga
think this sh-t a game? we got a all-star team with us
people gon’ know my name like it’s a name tag on n-gga
flyer than a plane in this off-white cream linen
you ain’t seen a thing, sh-t i’m ’bout to get more ignant
n-ggas love to hate, they got so p-ssed when i sh-tted
yeah, baby don’t know my name, she know my face and yeah she wit’ it
i might hit it then i ditch it, send that b-tch into the abyss
she think i’m a hubby and i think that we ain’t nothin’
baby, we just buddies, tell me why the f-ck you buggin’?
pulled up in a coupe, we was just riding in a bucket
made it from the bottom, sh-t was not sunny on ducat
got a lot of problems that cannot be solved with money
rockin’ yellow gold chains, y’all lookin’ like monkey

[verse 2]
f-ck out my face, i do what i want and n-gga you no one
keep the pace, i can’t slow up, just wait we gon’ blow up
i’m changing the game, remaining the same, on the way in and out
i gotta make it count, they tryna break me down
still undefeated, i make it look easy, i’m winnin’ in all that
n-ggas offended, and all that
y’all ain’t contenders, so fall back
thought we got rid of ’em, [?] and look at ’em, they all back
new b-tch is white but her car black, call me but i never call
i gotta shake somethin’, gotta keep the cake comin’
bake somethin’, smoke all in your face, buddy
always got it, i ain’t gotta take nothin’
cash on the beat, tell him keep the b-ss thumpin’
spazz on the beat, leave a n-gga face scrunchy
beat the case like a dad with a bad temper
tried to tell her i ain’t nothin’ like her last n-gga
out here lookin’ for the bag like it’s lost luggage

- ygtut

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