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letra de who is that - yn jay & louie ray

[intro: yn jay]
(f-ck the fire, we got grease)
(it’s a wayne beat)
you tryna figure out who that is right there
it’s dark, i can’t really see
who is that?
ayy

[verse 1: yn jay]
built my empire from the ground, is that ghazi?
got a b-tch, she only do brown, is that roxy?
i beat my b-tch up out in public, is that toxic?
my detroit girl go brazy, is that molly?

[verse 2: louie ray]
small pill, but it hit hard, is that oxy?
yeah, big healthy bud of weed, is that broccoli?
tell the motherf-ckers i don’t need y’all, is that c-cky?
old head signed a cali n-gga, not mozzy

[verse 3: yn jay]
b-tch give me super wet head, is that sloppy?
n-gga did the one chip challenge, is that takis?
i got out my deal a year early, did they drop me?
new jewelry slidin’ on ice, is that hockey?
[verse 4: louie ray]
i thought lil e was singin’, that’s jacquees
alright, wayne, your ass on fire, that’s hot grease
act like a young n-gga with the strap and not think
but can you get into some real street sh-t and not blink?

[verse 5: yn jay]
oh, my bad
oh, my bad, i’m noddin’ off, i was not asleep
you paid two fifty for the drank, that is not cheap
shot him right below the knee where the tube socks be

[verse 6: louie ray]
f-ck, spilled half the pint beside the seat
i just bought a new car, yeah, come outside and see (come here)
how smokey, i just had to step outside to breathe
yeah, i just had to step outside for air
you scared of these hoes, you see dimes and stare
i’m gettin’ to the p-ssy like a prize was there
broke and stingy with the candy, i’m surprised he share
she was burnin’ in the hood, but out of town, she rare

[verse 7: yn jay]
guns in my kitchen cabinet, ain’t no knives in there
n-gga walk up in the living room, he died in there
in the hood full of trap houses, they grind in there
somebody asked me why i never care? i don’t try to care
i’ma hit you in your head with a f-ckin’ glass bottle, i don’t fight fair
free my n-gga locked behind the wall, he doin’ life there
bought a first-class on my way to coochie land, i caught a flight there
[verse 8: louie ray]
he was desperate to get to where he goin’, rode his bike there
like he came from the other side of town with this motherf-cker
she got canned goods with her in the socks, she don’t fight fair
she throwin’ corn on a motherf-cker (sh-t)
it’s a dark cloud over the city, always night there
city small, say i’m comin’, it be right there

[verse 9: yn jay]
oh, like, you be right there
wow, right here (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
i’m right there and i’m right here, i’m in two different places
b-tch, i’m coochie man and yn jay, i got two different faces
how the f-ck my n-gga doin’ crime and got two different cases?
coochie land full of bad b-tches, all the b-tches naked
hm, you stay at somebody crib, probably in the bas-m-nt

[verse 10: louie ray]
i jumped out the shower ass-naked on her, meat hangin’
big crib, ain’t seen the other side in a week maybe
i be f-ckin’ with the internet, but the streets pay me
yeah, streets pay me
f-ckin’ with the internet ’cause the streets janky
i think dog cooked the dope the best ’cause his eye lazy
five hundred racks, a lot of cash, but it’s not crazy
[verse 11: yn jay]
d-mn, like, you know what i’m sayin’, like, it ain’t even like that
it ain’t like that
it ain’t like that

- yn jay louie ray

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