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letra de different race - yn jay

[intro]
(f-ck the fire, we got grease)
(it’s a wayne beat)
i mean, like, i’m just tryna figure out, you know? (ooh, it’s bluestrip, baby)
i mean
ah

[verse]
i just met a b-tch, she a whole ‘nother race
she don’t even show her face, she be covered up
n-ggas out here hittin’ b-tches raw, you better cover up
beat a bad b-tch on the sheet, i put the cover up
baby girl say she a muslim, i told her i’m a christian, we gon’ make it work
me and bro racin’ to the top, who gon’ make it first?
all the sh-t i do for the city—
naw, i can’t say that, i’ma make the church
i just let my hotline bling, i’ma make you chirp
if i hit the baby ‘cross the back, i can make it burp
if i put my board on the water, i can make it surf
i just made a b-tch pindrop, i can make it jerk
b-tch said she never did a dance, i can make it twerk
i can make you twerk right now
i can make a b-tch bust it open, let me see somethin’
i was thinkin’ ’bout a million dollars, got my knee jumpin’
i ain’t had no food all day, i gotta eat somethin’
b-tch only eat mcdonalds, she got a cheap stomach
how the f-ck i tell— d-mn
how could i tell you was a fiend? you be t–th rubbin’
how the f-ck i see through— through the book that i’m tryna f-ckin’—
i’m tryna read somethin’
i can see through the words, i’m tryna see, i be—
d-mn, i’m tryna— (yeah)
what you tryna do?
i just pulled up presidential like barack, the obama dude
b-tch bust down the whole sample, it was chopped and screwed
i just cut his body up in halves, it was chopped in twos
somebody spilled some spaghetti at this f-ckin’ rich-ass restaurant
you almost slipped and fell? almost dropped my food
and i forgot i had my burner, almost dropped my tool
and the cops hit my one spot, i had to flush my food
they gon’ thought i sh-tted in the toilet, had to flush my food
unc’ll beat your ass about his beer, you better not touch his booze
n-gga smokin’ on some bullsh-t weed, you be smokin’ glue
your b-tch just sucked my d-ck, she was chokin’ too
d-mn
why the f-ck you said, “d-mn?” ’cause i just seen some sh-t
me and my ex-b-tch in the club on some single sh-t
b-tch just want my attention, she tryna make me mad
b-tch, i’ll never get mad at your silly ass
swervin’ left and right in the ghost, you wanna see me crash
all i ever wanna did was score, she wanna see me pass
i was tryna take this sh-t slow, she wanna see me fast
i just left out her life fast, i was gone like flash
i just had to put a b-tch out, she was gone like trash
every time it’s up, you never fight with your scary ass
i don’t wanna hit your main b-tch, she got a hairy ass
you gon’ probably hit her from the back with your nasty ass
you gon’ probably drink some bullsh-t lean, you be passin’ gas
drivin’ quick in a lamborghini, i be crashin’ fast
how the f-ck you make it to the top? i was stashin’ cash
that’s my phone ringing
[outro]
man, what’s up, man? what do you want, man?
you always callin’, man, you never want anything, man (ooh, it’s bluestrip, baby)

- yn jay

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