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letra de hahaha - yn jay

[intro: yn jay]
(yeah, baby, you did this one)
yeah

[verse 1: yn jay]
i got a gun so big, i bet i could stop time if i shoot this b-tch
an eight ball so motherf-ckin’—
i got an eight ball, yeah, this sh-t straight drop
she gon’ drop dead [?] this b-tch
n-gga tried k!ll his b-tch—, d-mn
n-gga tried to domestic violence
escalade with two [?], i’m finna shoot this b-tch
[?] ’em down, two point conversion, i’ma poont this b-tch
d-mn, i mean punt this b-tch
freak b-tch ain’t never had s-x—, ah
freak b-tch ain’t never had good d-ck, i’m finna hump this b-tch
naw, i don’t really wanna f-ck, b-tch, suck this d-ck
freak b-tch—, d-mn
freak b-tch forgot to put on f-ckin’ deodorant and came out on some musty sh-t
b-tch walk around with winkled feet on some crusty sh-t
[?] you bad on some dusty sh-t
n-gga pulled up in an old school, but it was really old school on some rusty sh-t
switch my mac around, it’s a double clip
i done came through with the bundle clip
wwe, i’m on some rumble sh-t
if you don’t like me, i’m on some “f-ck you” sh-t
if i pull my gun out, i’ma bust you quick
boomin’ westbrook, on my russell sh-t
d-mn, i had a whole motherf-ckin’ street slapper
baby on the track, got the beat slappin’
ready for app—, d-mn, aight
ready for applause, got my heat clappin’
ready for the f-ckin’ studio, i keep rappin’
f-ck the rap game, i keep trappin’
trap house beat out, i keep slappin’
b-tch suckin’ d-ck all not, got her knees ashy
[bridge: yn jay & lil yachty]
hahahaha, hahaha, hahahaha
(go)

[verse 2: lil yachty]
in the name of the lord, we need all the m’s (go)
can’t stripe them blue hundreds, i put [?]
hundred twenty thousand dollars, certified gem
all the ball hard head n-ggas crimson chin (boom)
i done took a few l’s, but i was born to win (slatt)
really what i rap, ask those who swore me in (blttt)
we ain’t really seen ’em, all you sure you swore you came
must’ve ate for long, how’s gang starvin’?
f-ck my ho’s [?] skip class (come on)
really should’ve been at icu how i sip glass (boom)
bullets get to flyin’, bet the biggest one run fast
i’ve been talkin’ maybach’s and contracts (go)
was 17 usin’ big benz for door dash
couldn’t get a rack, now i’m thankful [?] cash
my brother smiled when he greet his child, he grew up fowl (yeah)
pray to god he stay up out the streets for a little while (yes)
gave mama forty k the other day, i need a new problem
my sister want a new car, my poppa want a new gun
i’m bustin’ in my shorty every time i want a new son (yes)
i’m grippin’ this b-tch h-ll again, now she need a new bun
i used to be the joke that people spoke, i think that we won
we pull up fifty deep that ain’t the way, they like “what he on?”
a million [?] young n-ggas still get those p’s gone
i never sip on drank around people when he gone
[outro: lil yachty]
it’s time, put that sh-t up

- yn jay

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