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letra de 2 much at 1 time - yn jay & louie ray

[intro: yn jay]
(it’s a wayne beat)
okay
yeah
okay

[verse 1: yn jay]
b-tch suck my d-ck so good, she blew my socks off
i ain’t even gotta— get you knocked off
lil’ bro just gurbed a fiend with some rock soft
i can’t bring d-rich to the club, it’s gon’ pop off
lil’ bro just— ahh
i can’t even say what lil’ bro did, he still fightin’ cases
we been trappin’ hard in the spot, it was not a vacant
bad b-tch got regular clothes, but she not basic
get to throwin’ bullets in this—
get to throwin’ bullets in this b-tch, but i’m not megan
almost flipped on the highway, i gotta stop racin’
wrap a n-gga up in the ‘woods, but i’m not jason
i just put a beam on my glock, i am not jason
gotta get rich right now, i am not waitin’
when i switch up the audible, i am not fakin’
b-tch ask me do i got a b-tch, i am not taken
b-tch ask me do i—
i don’t want one b-tch, i want two hoes
i’m double-booked, onе night, i got two shows
eight of wock’, two two-liters, i pour two fours
i deletеd all my old b-tches, i need new hoes
[verse 2: rio da yung og]
i can f-ck my old b-tch in these new clothes
seen louie pay fifteen racks for two ‘bows
i can run a hundred racks up with no shoes on
take the iron and straighten a n-gga out like school clothes
hustler, i just got ten ‘bows of gorilla glue gone
wait ’til my next kit done, i’ma p–p on ’em
i ain’t gotta shoot a gun no more, that’s what school for
the rap scene was f-cked up, we score, it’s through the loophole
this don’t smell like morton grove, what’s this, new wock’?
at gander mountain buyin’ a new chop to hit his oohwop
moved the dopehouse to the d, flint got too hot
at your ho house watchin’ tv in some tube socks
i ain’t never shot a ruger, bro, i only shoot glocks
unc’ ain’t never bought a zip to sniff, he only ooh blocks
this a .308— alright
this a .308, hundred-round drum’ll shoot up two blocks
mmm, at one time
how the f-ck i just shoot ten n-ggas with one nine?
just hit a line of soft for unc’ to ooh, that’s a punchline
real zazas from a1, not the runtz kind

[verse 3: louie ray]
i’ll sell dime rocks big as point—
ahh, okay
i’ll sell dime rocks big as point-nines
i gotta put sh-lls in somebody if i point mines
so many people on my d-ck that i pay no mind
ain’t no way that i can trust somebody that play both sides
unemployment got you gettin’ money for the first time
out the window with this b-tch, get his shirt fried
i’ma pull up where you at, call it curbside
n-ggas’ morals out here low as f-ck, but the syrup high
i can weigh it just by lookin’ at it, got a third eye
n-ggas tryna get they singles heard, but they— okay
n-ggas tryna get they singles heard, but i serve mine
it’s supposed to be you help your granny out, but i serve mine
i just counted fifty thousand out for the third time
you still out here tryna find a way, just hold your head high
m-messy sh-t and gettin’ money got my hands tied
i learned n-not to trust a b-tch because my mans tried
i was f-ckin’ with the work but i advanced to the mic
i’m up, i could blow your whole advance in a night
i be havin’ forty, fifty thousand on me on a flight
i be lyin’ to these hoes, actin’ like the sh-t aight
i can back chase and crack a whole case to pour sprites
i can back-break and beat down cat the whole night (hah, yeah)

- yn jay louie ray

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