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letra de gingerbread - ymg 2x

(“ymg 2x” intro) : in the kitchen , you know it’s time to mix !!
i’m back on dat gingerbread sh-t !!

(verse) ymg 2x : loaf said the price going up//
sh-t we got it sewed up, like a punching bag//
and imma beat the block up like a punching bag//
cause i don’t wanna punch a clock, i rather punch a bag //
ya know?
and every time a n-gga roll up//
i got these n-ggas throwing up, boy i know they mad //
cause i done already blown up, but they don’t know it yet //
cause i done ran my bands up, and did the running man //
and you can catch me if you can, i’m the gingerbread//
i’ll have them things flowing through to lake michigan//
so what you need ? //
coke.. weed .. we got heroin//
i’ll have my baby get it to you in a caravan//
sh-t if you could get it cheaper, f-ck it .. send em in//
d-mn, you ain’t the guy, you just the middle man//
and we got doggy bagging up, cut off them ceiling fans
25 we add it up i’m talking kilograms//
and …. ///
i sauce it up and then i do my dance// .. d-mn
i made so much just off them pots and pans //
yams !!! ///
won’t wash the dishes, but i was my hands//
just made 200 off the glass, and that was not the plans///
.. and //
if we ain’t in the game we sitting court side//
ymg the gang , we got mob ties //
n-ggas think i’m playing till they corpse fried, //me & dat boy maz , spin again then that door slide//
serve a lot of “shhhhh” , who let the dogs out? //
i learned to treat the trap just like a sport now//
i slap that b-tch in sport and the exhaust loud //
and i’m blowing loud with a yitcho from across town //
i could never ever put the fork down//
i still go catch the bag out in new york //
i came a long way from taking shorts //
i came a long way from high speeds & kicking doors //
right at a young age boy i jumped up off that porch //
pull up on the one way i’m still by that corner store//
and i’m giving out yae’ like a n-gga got endorsed//
sh-t i’m married to the game and i ain’t tryna get divorced//
she said 2wop where you been at ?.. // i been road running//
baby girl this that new doe and that old money//
sh-t yo baby daddy broke, i’ll let him hold something//
would put 63 right in his hands but he don’t know nothing//
bro bluffing !
these dirty pots so keep the stove running///
shieeeet!
i bag it up and hit the block, just like it stole something//
won’t punch a clock, cause lil woe just called for 4 onions//
we gon’ be alright as long as broski keep them loads coming!

these n-ggas be starving, they can’t be eating//
we run up the mileage like every weekend//
i still make deposits, i did that recent//
ounces for a thousand, that’s very decent//
i know you like my style, but lil b-tch you reaching//
n-ggas playing foul, better play some defense//
i’m not the one to tweak with !!!

- ymg 2x

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