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letra de demure - yn jay

[intro: babyfxce e]
(enrgy made this one)
b-tch, b-tch, huh

[verse 1: babyfxce e]
i got a gun that stay in my backseat all day
you need a n-gga x’ed out, bro, just call fxce
makin’ plays while i’m outta town, let me call bae
out of all the strikers that i sold, i done dogged eight
huh, i spoil all my hoes, they don’t never gotta pay for sh-t
all designer clothes, spent two thousand on a lazy ‘fit
i’m in the club throwin’ money like i hate that sh-t
i wouldn’t be able to talk the way i talk if i faked this sh-t

[verse 2: yn jay]
n-gga tried to fire up some weed, but it was all shake (ooh)
i just hit a bully with a bully and made dog shake
i’m ridin’ with a baby micro, somebody call drake (mm)
b-tch think i’m jake from state farm ’cause i’m in all states (d-mn)
n-gga got on four chains, i found out they was all fake
b-tch keep sayin’ she know e, i had to call fxce (yeah)
b-tch keep shakin’ ass, i love how she do that sh-t
b-tch said i f-cked her best friend, i never knew that sh-t (huh)

[verse 3: babyfxce e & yn jay]
hit her off the don d-ck, she told me she ain’t used to this
know the head was crazy ’cause she had me doin’ stupid sh-t
bro drunk, dancin’ with the drac’, he kinda lose with it
got the song mixed and f-cked around and didn’t use the mix (d-mn)
[verse 4: yn jay]
n-gga built an empire from lyin’ on some lucious sh-t
makin’ plays in boston, i just took a massachusetts trip
lean got my belly pokin’ out on my gucci sh-t
i ain’t talkin’ ’bout you, don’t get mad because the shoe can fit
throw a pool party, a bunch of topless hoes, on my boosie sh-t

[verse 5: babyfxce e & yn jay]
mmm, i’m on my coochie sh-t, huh
i be sl-ttin’ b-tches out, make the coochie spit, huh
she wouldn’t let me pull out, the b-tch got coochie grip
i’m tryna f-ck (f-ck), i’m tryna f-ck right now (b-tch)
a bad b-tch walk past me, i’ma bite down
got a big cuban on, it look like a lighthouse (hah)

[verse 6: yn jay]
b-tch think i’m liu kang, i hit her in a fight style
i had to whisper and record while i was f-ckin’ ’cause the mic loud
if i put the scope to yout head, is it on sight now? (hah, sh-t)
how the f-ck the b-tch get left? she had the right child
all these different hoes, different nights, d-mn, my life wild

[verse 7: babyfxce e & yn jay]
jay, our life crazy
she said, “my stomach hurt,” b-tch, it ain’t no baby
i wasn’t even comin’ out today, but the hoes made me
that ain’t your b-tch for real, she like “oh, hey, e” (ah)
[verse 8: yn jay]
i got an old b-tch, we only f-ck when the candles lit
beat the p-ssy up, but i ain’t payin’ for the damages
i’m 2024 president, b-tch, ain’t no candidates
they asked me what’s the first thing i’ma do? bring back activis

[verse 9: babyfxce e & yn jay]
i’m off that drank, i forgot i even had to p-ss
pole tucked, you wouldn’t even think i even had the stick
scary movie when i’m in the p-ssy, i be stabbin’ sh-t
watch i turn your b-tch into a sl-t, it’s a magic trick
aw, sh-t, i put that wand on her
pull the p-ssy, man, this b-tch just put a pond on me (sh-t)

[verse 10: yn jay]
somebody tell s-xyy red i’m tryna pound town her (mm)
i hit her in a small room, that’s why it sound louder
ebt, i’m at the grocery store the way i bag a b-tch
ten assists, i’m playin’ basketball the way i— yeah
ten assists, i’m playin’ basketball the way i pass a b-tch
b-tch passed out, i ain’t do sh-t but walk past the b-tch

[outro: yn jay]
sh-t
f-ck

- yn jay

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