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letra de master p - yn jay & rio da yung og

(f-ck the fire, we got grease)

[verse 1: yn jay]

uh, uh uh

uh, i’on sell dope no more, don’t push up, i don’t got the- pass the-
i’on sell dope no more, don’t point nun’, ain’t no ah-ah-ah
i’on sell dope no more, don’t wow-wow-wow-wow-wow-wow-wow
i’on sell dope no more, i’on make no plays, i’ll ride right past the east
ain’t no cap, my n-gga, you won’t blow yo’ gun, you might as well pass the heat
had a whole line locked up, sale on my truck, i feel like master p
i remember i fell down, now i got back up, prolly why they mad at me
i was only twelve years old, walked up to a body, i- psh-, that’s high to see
i was only twеlve years old, walked up on a body, sh-t-sh-, i had to see
i was only twеlve years old when i put my arm and a wrist and i had to twist
i’on e’en trip on a hoe that n-gga been had, n-gga, n-gga been had the b-tch, ahh
i could put a b-tch out ’cause she ain’t havin’, b-tch keep actin’ cheap
i’m finna -clap- -clap- -clap- -clap- -clap-, i’m stabbin’ cheeks
i got a watch on my wrist, got a chain on my neck, i got a grill in my mouth
we ain’t e’en fell in love, b-tch, i’on love you, what the f-ck is the feelings about?
my b-tch mad at me, but she won’t walk off, the b-tch still stay in the house
hold on, i felt ’round but i gotta switch up ’cause a n-gga got hidden hate
i seen sh-t as a kid, i seen n-ggas die, seen n-ggas get hit in the face
i put the foot on the table if somebody stealin’, i got a missin’ plate
i just took off on the boys in the h-llcat, i got a missin’ plate
b-tch wanna go out to eat at a five-star restaurant, i just missed the date
n-gga tried to give me a handshake but it wasn’t real, you know i can feel the hate
knew a n-gga died soon as the bullet hit him, he ain’t feel a k
told my b-tch if you ain’t cookin’ like kya, i gotta put you out
i had a b-tch while she bent over on the bed, she in a whoopin’ style
told a b-tch come make me some good ass breakfast, i like yo’ cookin’ style
put so much d-ck in this freak b-tch, like she have a baby, she pushin’ it out
n-gga, if ain’t n0body dead yet, what is the beef about?
malcolm x, i got a k at the window, i’m just peekin’ out
beta status said i want some possum, brodie brought pecan out
i made twenty racks, four-five o’clock, i’on e’en leave the house
n-gga keep playin’, he gon’ end up on the news, that’s what they gon’ read about
it’s a hunnid million on the floor, why the f-ck would i leave you out?
ay, i’mma tell you like a n-gga told me: you better go get you some money
they thought he was gon’ live ’til ninety-nine, he got hit with a hunnid
i got a bad ass b-tch, five million up, but i treat that b-tch like nothin’
walked outside and i felt raindrops, i know the thunder comin’
i got a bad ass b-tch i be laid up with, she call me her thunder buddy
i got a peanutb-tter-chocolate b-tch, i call her my nutty buddy
n-gga, that is not yo’ dogsh-t, you flexin’ yo’ brother money
spent a hunnid thousand this month, n-gga that sh-t ain’t nothin’
i be throwin’ paper in the air, n-gga, i juggle money
i’on e’en know how to say this sh-t, bro, the b-tch ain’t fine, but the b-tch ain’t ugly
[verse 2: rio da yung og]

yuh

the b-tch ain’t fine, but she love me
twenty racks pokin’ out these pockets, i need another one
i need some other ones
i need eight pockets
my judge told me to stay on point ’cause they gon’ stay watchin’
n-gga, i put this louis sh-t on like it ain’t a problem
i ain’t no rookie, i ain’t never bought two pints in a baby bottle
like, where the sealed pint?
like, how the f-ck he die, get shot, then get k!lled twice?
i got this sh-t from wafi, boy, this real ice
i scr-ped it out the bottom, band for band, you gotta deal twice
i can promise you, you try the yung og, then you will die
b-tch, i’m real high
my b-tch real fly
botega boots with a hat that cost twenty five
my family member did some bullsh-t and then my cousin died
high off pills, throw some water on me, i’mma come alive
like baby ju, d-mn, he wanna come
outside
he hit this block runnin’ at the mouth, they headed to his ride
i’m from the trenches, n-gga, it get dangerous when it’s cold outside
i’m traxxin’ n-ggas down and trackhawkin’, it was snow outside
i got a other side
this my other side
a n-gga tried the gang, then his brother died
from 14, this b-tch isn’t e’en gon change, she a b-tterfly
from a caterpillar
i’on trust sh-t, i’ll be around and wack my sister
i was in the feds payin’ ten dollars for a pack of skittles
i’m a rich n-gga, i brought yavo with me
he had two fine hoes that want action to me
need to count a half a ticket, that’ll make me h-rny
you was sayin’ some real sh-t, but say it in the morning
i got rich, me and lil’ tay, wasn’t gon’ play informants
told her, “‘ight, i gotta go count this dogsh-t,” she gon’ say i’m boring
there’s some dogsh-t on the floor, bae, here’s some paper for you
the irs just gave me an extension, they sent a paper to me
finna come up with a non-profit, tryna save my money
i put that sh-t inside chase bank, bro, that ain’t my money
i ain’t trippin’, ’cause as soon my feet on land, i’m gon’ make some money
on the first day, on the second day, on the third day, that wasn’t the worst day
i made my money then a first day
the sixth day, i’m comin’ out with bird play

- yn jay rio da yung og

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