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letra de stupid & crazy - yn jay

[intro: yn jay]
ah, what the f-ck
ayy, this b-tch stupid
ayy, she crazy
ayy, this lil’ b-tch—

[verse 1: yn jay]
this b-tch stupid, d-mn, this b-tch crazy
ha, this b-tch wanna have my baby
ha, this b-tch stupid, d-mn, is you drunk or somethin’?
she keep rubbin’ on my, you wanna f-ck or somethin’?
hold on, b-tch, alright
yeah, they don’t wonder what i be
they don’t wonder without the yum-yum sauce, hibachi
this b-tch make me mad, but you wanna be my baby mama
drivin’ fast in the coupe, they think they seen a maserati
this b-tch bad, she gotta body, ayy, body-ody-ody
i’m in the streets, don’t worry about me, b-tch bustin’ like piñata
i do this sh-t because i got it, don’t say sh-t, b-tch, nada
yeah, not a d-mn thing
oh, you got jewelry in the club? that’s your man’s chain
i got a gun on my hip, it’s where my pants hang
get your umbrella in the club, it’s finna d-mn rain

[verse 2: icewear vezzo]
(phew, huh)
shoot a n-gga in his sh-t, tear his face up (fah)
n-ggas still sippin’ lines, we pour eights up (pour eights, n-gga)
i do sixes on the roads, total rafe up (skrrt)
ain’t goin’ back and forth with no n-gga got his chain took (he a p-ssy)
richest n-gga on the 6, got my own cheese (yeah)
makin’ thirty every time when my phone ring (yeah, h-llo?)
p-ssin’ game on the wood, not the nosebleed (uh-huh)
hundred round clip in that chop’ like a long sleeve (b-tch)
n-gga, f-ck the rap game, ain’t no street code (nah)
ain’t gotta read the paperwork, we know he told
it’s ten dog sh-t with johnny dang, got my t–th froze (fifty racks)
big back, step on all the ice until my feet cold (sh-t)
n-ggas lyin’ in them songs, you the cap type (cap)
shoot a goofy in his head, knock his cap right (grrah)
i’m gettin’ tired of sippin’ tris’, where the act’ pints? (n-gga, where the act’?)
multi million-dollar n-gga ’cause i stack right (big ice)

- yn jay

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