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letra de christmas cake - yn jay & rmc mike

[intro: rmc mike]
(enrgy made this one)
hoo
b-tch
yeah

[verse 1: rmc mike]
i woke up drinkin’ tris today
threw the cartiers on to get my vision straight
showed up to my mama house with a christmas cake
i love my five-seven and the way that b-tch penetrate
it’s been a long time
b-tch, take your shoes off when you at my new crib ’cause i own mine
n-gga pulled up to the warzone with an old 9
yes, i’ma drive back to the crib, but the ‘bows flyin’
i’m charged up like i’m gohan
i’m ridin’ with a chopper, a 40, and a four-five
you gotta know i’m ready for whatever when it’s go time
we done blew past a lot of rappers within no time
and that’s all facts
f-ck a b-tch and block her ass in case she call back
oh, you ain’t tryna suck no d-ck? let me fall back
no, i can’t listen to your music, it be all cap
[verse 2: yn jay]
bro stole a bully out his dog— d-mn
bro a bully out his yard, he want his dog back
boyz n the hood, young n-gga want his ball back
thick b-tch with a small front, she got all back
my young n-gga mad ’bout a phone, he want his call back
you want me to call you back, my n-gga?
you gon’ have to wait, my n-gga, i’m kinda busy right now
basketball, i just left detroit, made a pistons play
i got sixteen loafs of bread in my kitchen safe
old b-tch wanna suck my d-ck, she got missing t–th
mike pulled up to the birthday party with a christmas cake
d-mn, that’s what you said, mike?
real beecher n-gga, catchin’ plays on a red bike
i got so many million-dollar plans in my head, mike
old-school finna overheat, i got red pipes
flint water still f-cked up, we got lead pipes
family guy, seen peter daughter, she like meg height
yeah, i probably said some wrong sh-t, i was dead right
took off on the police, i just fled twice
i just hit two lefts, then i fled right
but i really went left and right, did i live right?
if i said the wrong sh-t, did i play it right?
seen a n-gga die two times, he was dead twice
he was dead, then he— and then he woke back up, then they— then he died again
d-mn, he got caught in some new beef, he gon’ hide again
my young n-gga ain’t got no brakes, he gon’ slide it in
[verse 3: rmc mike]
my young dog just caught a murder and he got five to ten
catch me in the middle of the jungle in a lion’s den
i think this n-gga scared to tell the truth, well, he lyin’ then
f-ckin’ in the kitchen, i just nutted on the frying pan
grab my jeep, ridin’ through the 6 like i’m iron man
punch you in your sh-t, now you can’t pass the eye exam
all aboard, ready for takeoff, let the pilot in
in tennessee trappin’ like a b-tch, i’m a titans fan
bro k!llin’ sh-t on the harley, he a biker man
i would f-ck the lil’ b-tch, but i like her friend
in the kitchen beatin’ up the pot like tyson hands
i was never wrong about the past and i’m right again

- yn jay rmc mike

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