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letra de tomato - yn jay

[intro]
(d-mn, donny made this?)
(thank you, gc)
nah
one, two, three, four, five, get the eight please
one, two, three, four, five, get the— uh

[verse]
one, two, three, four, five, get the eight please
i got all these rich b-tches tryna date me
i was thinkin’ ’bout twenty-two when i was eighteen
that was then, b-tch, ah
that was then, this is now, no, i can’t wait, no
i just bought eight lines of wock’, but i need eight more
ain’t no—
ain’t n0body see it, that’s a case closed
i done shot him by the—
soon as i pulled out by the whip, i just— yeah
i just pulled up, shot a hip-fire, that’s a waist blow
haha, oh sh-t, what the f-ck?
thick b-tch got a lot of ass, where your waist go?
she gon’ let me f-ck on the first night, no, i can’t date, no
i might f-ck your b-tch any day now
d-mn, woah
hundred thousand, d-mn
hundred thousand dollars ain’t sh-t, i had to get some more
got a chance to make it to the top, can’t forget my bro
left flint for the wintertime, d-mn
left flint for the wintertime, i forget the snow
i just hit five bad b-tches, it was—
i just hit five bad b-tches, it was in a row
like they was all next to each other, like, you
like, you hit ’em, like
what the f-ck you drinkin’? that ain’t no f-ckin’ lean
i could’ve been won the game, but i was waitin’ on my team
better get the f-ck up, you still waitin’ on your dream
hatin’-ass n-gga probably hatin’ on your fiends
i just pulled up in an old-school, it was clean
told a b-tch, “watch your mouth,” she went and bought some listerine
martin luther king, went to sleep, had a dream
i was in the nba ballin’ hard, won a ring
i don’t want them cheap-ass cameras, i want the ring
b-tch wanna sign to yn, can you sing?
n-gga pulled up in a slow car drivin’ extra fast
all my cars got jet fuel, i need extra gas
d-mn, i think this b-tch got corona, i need an extra mask
i don’t think i’m where i wanna be, i need an extra bag
oh, you in your one bag? what you tryna get into?
what the f-ck bag you in, bro?
why the f-ck you pull up with that tall-ass b-tch? she like 6’4″
b-tch drinkin’ casamigo, where the henn’ go?
b-tch, you think i really want you? where your friend go?
i’ll smack somebody so hard, think my hand broke
b-tch wanna hear my lingo, this my lingo
told a b-tch cook breakfast for me, my eggo
beat her doonies down from the side, think my leg broke
n-gga said he got some good weed, it was rego
i done made a hundred-sixty plays on palmetto
b-tch asked me can she hold on? i said, “let go”
i was just tryna build the block like lego
b-tch mumbled, but i still heard it, what you said, ho?
told a b-tch she chatty, she said, “no, you tomato”
hah, what the f-ck do you mean with that?
i just told a b-tch back back, she took a step close
[outro]
chatty as f-ck
you’re chatty
you’re chatty
b-tch (d-mn, donny made this?)
(thank you, gc)
chatty, b-tch
you know what chatty mean?
chatty

- yn jay

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