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letra de popped back out - yn jay & louie ray

[intro]
enrgy made this one

[verse 1: louie ray]
ok, i’m beating her down crazy
when it come to running round these streets, i’m eduicated
sit in one spot for a week, i’m meditating
the next time i popped back out, i’m going crazy
i wear gucci everyday, [?] that’s how i play it
i drunk eight lines, smoked two zips, that’s why i’m faded
[?] is how it came
the promoter gave me everything he had, plus the change
lil b-tch say she love my vibe and hope i never change
when it get to going good, i know you hope it never rains
aiming to be extrordinary, what’s the point in being plane?
on my way to get some money, [?]

[verse 2: yn jay]
on the road, i can’t stop, like i’m hopping on the plain
pull up in the big body, like i’m blocking up the lanes
f-cking on my side b-tches, got me lieing to my main
you put it on your n-gga grave, you be lieing on your gang
i had to stop by the crib, [?]
you will steal from anybody, i can see it in your face
how you know this b-tch thick?
i can see it by the waist
can’t wait to [?] i can see it by the [?]
[verse 3: louie ray]
you can tell by the stars, this a double r
my t-shirt a mediam, but i do it double large
they probably saw me giving up, i saw me going far
they remember me from in the hood, when i was going hard

[verse 4: yn jay]
i make my young n-gga take your whip like we was [?]
high as h-ll while i’m fly as h-ll, i can go to mars
b-tch, i been a diamond in the rough, i been a f-cking star
yeah, i still f-ck my hood b-tch es, and i’m f-cking stars
n-gga, you a p.p.p. scam, you a f-cking fraud
why you always acting like some b-tches,?
you a f-cking broad
i was probably chilling with [?] that’s my brother, y’all
do this sh-t for my mama d, that’s my mother, y’all
b-tch suck d-ck so good, she can juggle b-lls
beat a n-gga ass in the club, you gon’ stumble, fall
make everybody beat your ass, royal rumble, dawg

[verse 5: louie ray]
i just had to leave the booth, ’cause the junky called
i bet he thought this was a lambo, when i cut him off
it ain’t easy coming back from round us, if we cut us off
i’m the type of n-gga pick you up, dust you off
real [?] probably brush it off
[?] that was k!lling fiends, i was touching raw
yeah, do it with bare hands
hit the club on some gangsta sh-t, we don’t square dance
[verse 6: yn jay]
why you got them baggy jeans on?
you got square pants
i’ll smack a n-gga cross his face with my bare hands
one hit’ll knock a n-gga down, like a bear hand
seen a drunk n-gga drunk as h-ll at a beer stand
old school n-gga drunk as f-ck off a beer can
trapped across the street, and got hit through the [?]

- yn jay louie ray

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