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letra de out of town - yn jay & louie ray

[verse 1: louie ray]
i’m tryna cook a bricky hot at one time, i need the biggest pot
got all my n-ggas with me out of town, need a bigger spot
all my sh-t in stock, street smart, selling rocks
you can go invest a hundred racks and still might not get hot
i hope you’re in n-ggas of your time, ’cause i stop the clock
i told lil bro he couldn’t get none, before i drop the car
i’m bored of that point by the two, can tell i’d drop the line
he told me he ain’t scared to do no time, doin’ life for life

[verse 2: yn jay]
b-tch, i got chatter on me, like a bag of ruffles
seen somebody in a gucci belt, but they ain’t had a buckle
n-gga, punches don’t hurt, ’cause he ain’t got no knuckles
you’ve been having all bad games, you look like russell
move wrong, i’ma drop a hundred, they better not touch you
f-ck a b-tch and then i kick her out, i do not cuddle
tryna make sure this b-tch hear me, i do not mumble

[verse 3: louie ray]
long as you do not do no flush as might not judge you
got the outlet to gain you weed, might not plug you
if i skip you pouring up, might not drug you
when you the one that they depend on, who you run to?

[verse 4: yn jay]
n-gga shooting at your ass, get the gunny bra
i know a n-gga with a mill’, he wear bummy clothes
i got a b-tch that crack jokes, i got funny hoes
you hit a lil’ burger, shoot, you got a runny nose
i’d be starin’ at the safe, watchin’ my money grow
i’d be lookin’ at the cash, like where the money go?
when you’re down to your last, as your funny know
[verse 5: louie ray]
bro shootin’ at their ass, i think they gunnin’ bro
oh no, it’s jammed, that’s how they’re h-rny, though
i look at life a hundred ways, like a kaleidoscope
i ain’t never sold a whole brick, but i’ve done sold a lotta

i ain’t get to finish school, but i’m at colleges like seasonals
i think we’re the hardest group of n-ggas in our regional
they say it’s 30 racks to get us both, and that be reasonable
you ain’t my b-tch, so why’d you fix your lips to say i’m leavin’ you?
i ain’t the n-gga that you gon’ talk too crazy, i ain’t needin’ you
i ain’t the n-gga that you gon’ walk through, babe, him leadin’ you
tonight, i’m finna trees, lamb chops and codeine
i ain’t get these pensions my vr but they’re judgin’

[verse 6: yn jay]
b-tch freaky every summer, she’s seasonal
i just told my b-tch a lie, it’s believable
all my goals and my dreams were achievable
how’d you act up ugly like that beetle juice?
i make the song on voice memo, i don’t need a booth
lil bro hopped outta the van, he was creepin’ through
believe in yourself, ’cause n0body gon’ believe in you

- yn jay louie ray

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