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letra de day after day - yn jay

[intro: yn jay]
hmmm–ahhhhh! (it’s a wayne beat)
how the f-ck?
how the f-ck did–alright, okay
how the f-ck did–hmmm–ahhhh!
hmmm–ahhhh!
how the f-ck this b-tch say–ahhhh!
alright
aye, how she gon’ just–alright
she gon’ just walk–alright
she gon’ just leave—alright, okay
ahhhh!
d-mn

[verse 1: yn jay]
why the f-ck?–ahhhh!
how the f-ck this b-tch say she love me, then she walked out on me?
mad as f-ck this b-tch called my phone, she don’t talk ’bout nothin’
b-tch told me take–ahhhh!
b-tch want me to cash app her–ahhh–say she need some money
all this f-ckin’ paper all around me, [?] (ahhh)
i just woke up with a church girl on a early sunday
early bird–ahhh, f-ck!
early bird get the wor–ahhh
early bird get the worm first on a early monday
b-tch got cinnamon toast crunch, she ain’t got to milk
n-gga say he was gon’ lock and shake, you is not no pit
how the f-ck this b-tch ain’t got no titties, but her nipples thick?
ahhhh!
ahh–ahh–ahh!

[verse 2: grindhard e & yn jay]
how the f-ck this b-tch coochie st–ahhhh
how the f-ck this b-tch coochie tight, but her booty loose?
b-tch throwin’ ass b-tt naked, throwin’ dookie juice
if she ain’t f-ck me, she f-cked louie lou
white girl wanna 8ball, but she ain’t shootin’ pool (ahhhh!)

[verse 3: yn jay]
told my granny “teach me how to dance”, i was new to blues
i just f-cked this old school b-tch, say she knew the blues
started sparkin’ mid shoot–ahhhh
started sparkin’ mid shootout, had to shoot and move
i just stepped in some dog sh-t, i got dookie shoes
i know a n-gga eat the cat, call it coochie food
i just drunk a 8 of wockhardt, got me woozie-woo–ahhhh
d-mn
i was up 100, even if i was losing too
mad as f-ck in the club, i forgot my yeah
big b-tch tried to ride my bike, d-mn near broke my pegs
run up so much m-th-f-ckin’ money, almost broke my legs
plug called, said he got some drank, i just hope it’s red
.223’s hit a n-gga skull, almost broke his head
b-tch said she wanna be my b-tch, you must be misled
b-tch wanna hold $100, you must be my friend
i’ll smack the sh-t out this b-tch, you must–ahhhh
i’ll smack the sh-t out the b-tch, you gon’ see my hand
i be walkin’ ’round with too much heat, i think i need a fan
he say he gon’ get a n-gga popped, i think he need a can
how the f-ck you pull up with no heater? you get popped, you gon’ leave you mans
i ain’t talkin’ gettin’ away, i’m talkin’ dying, you gon’ leave your mans
b-tch tried to pull up with a fat b-tch, you better leave your friend
i just bought a flawless grill from d–
i just bought a flawless grill from–ahhhh
i just bought a flawless grill from johnny, you might see it dance
n-gga say he got what it take, he might need a chance

- yn jay

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