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letra de prescriptions - yin

i turn trap b-tches to actresses
stuffing the mattresses, wrapping up packages
i told ‘em come see if i’m lacking b-tch
i up that 40 and just get to clapping sh-t
h-ll naw, i can’t f-ck with the average b-tch
split on the d-ck she be doing some nasty sh-t

yea that b-tch she be doing the most
i think that boy scared of ghost

i promised my momma that i’ll get these commas, so sorry i’m not trying to kick it
i’m still rolling up ganja, my b-tch rock milano they send me a play i won’t miss it
10 mags out the clip then i switch it
i’m up in the kitchen my wrist get to whippin
i’m steady mixing prescriptions, that’s why i can’t listen to n-ggas i’m trippin
b-tch don’t ask what’s in my cup, unless you tryin to f-ck
all these f-cking dirty sl-ts
yea thеy just wanna f-ck
when i pull up boy you better duck
you see what’s in thе trunk
i ain’t never gave a f-ck
don’t ask me about what

i might want my money- in the grave, when i’m in the casket
all these b-tches begging to be saved why you acting ratchet
i make sure these b-tches know they place the way we pull up sn-tching
no tay-k i’ll make you do the race ,let’s see who go the fastest

i’ll hit it one time, two times too much, i ain’t tryin to give her attention
why the f-ck you leave me up in yo mentions
catch me posted off lynch and i’m smoking on pippen
i don’t want no n-gga or hoe in my business if you pull the trigger better not leave a witness, put an fn on my glock, if you play you get popped, that’s how most of you n-ggas go missing

i know some n-ggas want me make it
i know some n-ggas wish me dead
i put these racks up on my ear i can’t even hear what that b-tch said
nah i can’t hear what that b-tch said though
i smoke gas like i’m off petro
i been booming like young metro, i’m assuming he ain’t catch up

two times caught three to the brain, god d-mn that’s a shame
i don’t f-ck with no lames
big truck i ain’t switching no lane, i can’t mention no lame ass n-gga on gang
bang the set i’m just twisting my fingers im rolling up beamers and sitting in steamers
yeah i know how to make n-ggas believers, i just up that 40 and send ‘em to jesus
i just went molly, molly, molly, perc
she pop a molly make her go beserk
i’m in the party ripping off my shirt smoking on biscotti finna go to work
shoot up out that audi put em on a shirt
he ain’t see the nurse, went straight to the he-rs-
yea we bl!cked up ain talking nerf
yea this sh-t hurt, take you off the earth n-gga

i think she like my lifestyle
i’m hot as a b-tch why this hoe wanna pipe now
and i’m rolling like right now
he was tough on the net but he can’t even type now
drop 3s get striked down
no tlc, but you might lose yo life now
n-ggas cuffing these white gals but sh-t not me they not really my type now

- yin

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