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letra de what it hit foe - yn jay

[intro]
yeah (it’s a wayne beat)
y’all know what the f-ck goin’ on, young n-ggas doin’ this sh-t
young n-gga
young n-gga, young n-gga, young n-gga
young n-gga, young n-gga, young n-gga
alright
i’m back in that bag, b-tch, it’s coochie man versus yn jay, what y’all wanna do?
it’s me versus myself, who y— what we doin’?
ayy
[verse]
i’m finna roll a big-ass blunt, i need a backwood
i know some n-ggas who ain’t street, they just act hood
i knew you really ain’t have money, you just cap good
i think you bought some dark stouts, this a black ‘wood
i was only thirteen stealing drank from my daddy ’cause the act’ was good
no more b-tts fit in the club, this a fat wood
i’m finna close the club down
i know some n-ggas used to hate, they show me love now
n-gga thought that he was dead, he heard the gun sound
b-tch f-cked the whole team, she can run miles
i just came through, dunked on a p-ssy n-gga like i’m miles bridges
speakin’ on somebody else body, you a loud witness
ayy, coach put me out the game, but i’ma still ball
threw a hoop, see it in the rim, it was a real ball
i ain’t talk to my n-gga, but i still— but i still call
b-tch suck d-ck and l!ck b-lls, she use real jaws
if i call my n-gga, put some money— man, that’s a k!ll call
b-tch get beat— d-mn
b-tch get beat down, but her p-ssy still tight, she got steel walls
n-gga, you ain’t never paid for sh-t, i get bill calls
streets— d-mn
streets tried to knock me down hard, but i’m still tall
have you ever told somebody ’bout some real sh-t, tryna be real, dog?
bro hit the yeah with the ooh, it was still dog
every time my f-ckin’ phone ring, i get pill calls
all these record labels call my phone, i get deal calls
if you feeling froggy, n-gga, leap like a d-mn frog
d-mn
unc’ showed me how to cook in the kitchen, i appreciate that sh-t
b-tch suck d-ck so good, appreciate that sh-t
rich b-tch let me f-ck for free, you gon’ pay that b-tch
n-gga feelin’ crazy, you get somethin’ off your heart, n-gga, say that sh-t
have you ever heard of “coochie man”? n-gga, play that sh-t
have you ever been to coochie land? b-tch, i made that sh-t
n-gga could’ve been superman, he couldn’t save that b-tch
why you treat that b-tch like you her daddy? tryna raise that b-tch
ayy, if you feel some type of way in your heart, you better say that sh-t
b-tch wanna f-ck the whole team, you tryna bae that b-tch
d-mn
that sh-t don’t make no sense
freak b-tch suck the whole d-ck, but can’t take no d-ck
how the f-ck you make it to the top? i had to wait, that’s it
see myself in the srt, i’m tryna race that b-tch
coochie man versus yn jay, you gotta pick your side
scat pack or the maybach, you gotta pick your ride
b-tch selling p-ssy out your car, she tryna pimp your— d-mn
alright
b-tch selling p-ssy out your car, she tryna pimp your ride
ridin’ with a big ass five-seven, finna flip your ride
walk a mile in coochie man’s shoes, i got the perfect size
i remember i had dirty shoes, now i wear ’em twice
b-tch say she wanna come over, you can’t spend the night
lil’ bro ain’t think he hit his target, told him, “spin twice”
i had dreams performin’ on big stage with the big lights
b-tch used to play me, i was broke, let me hit twice
i remember i was broke, but i’m rich now
same hoes used to play me on my d-ck now
everybody in here got a gun, this a stick house
used to sleep in bandos, now i got a big house
i just walked in your b-tch house with my d-ck out
five hundred thousand in the crib, this a l!ck house
i’ll evict somebody out they crib, get out
i got ten b-tches in the living room on a big couch
[outro]
d-mn
ha, yeah
that sh-t, yeah, that sh-t good like that, that sh-t good like that
that’s how we gon’ play it, man, it’s the f-ckin’ coochie man
it’s the f-ckin’ coochie man
what the f-ck is you talkin’ ’bout? my n-ggas been doin’ this sh-t, we been—
hey, have you ever heard of beecher?
yeah, yeah, that’s where i’m from
yeah
okay
ah

- yn jay

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