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letra de what you lying for ? - yn jay

[intro]
(it’s a wayne beat)

like, what you cappin’ for? like, why you always f-ckin’ lyin’? like, why you be lyin’? like, what?

(f-ck the fire, we got grease)

[verse]
why you be lyin’ for no reason? godd-mn
why you be lyin’, i’m j- sh-t
why you be lyin’ for no reason, what you lyin’ for?
them n-ggas got a lil’ money, but they be dyin’ though
i put my b-tch on pj, she the flyest hoe
ay, for real, like what the f-ck these n-ggas lyin’ for?
he was broke when he was livin’ and he died broke
i ain’t have sh-t when i was born, i ain’t dyin’ broke
like, how is you lookin’ for beef and you hidin’ though?
i got into it while i’m drinkin’ lеan, got me fightin’ slow
i got into it with the drank, i had to fight a four
huh… huh… huh… this n-gga dyin’ slow
i seen him take his last brеath, his soul left his body
i’m in the strip club with a pole in my pocket
told bro, “this sh-t on the ground, i think somebody dropped it”
you better not drop the ball
my opp called the police, he got the cops involved
sh-t
i seen n-ggas die, wit’ my own eyes
one, two- his ass got shot with a .45
my opp got shot so many times, it’s like he won’t die
this n-gga actin’ like he know [?], how you know [?]?
that’s my blood bousin
i can tell this a money call by the phone buzzin’
sh-t
and you can tell this gun big by the pole jumpin’
i tried to teach yo’ ass the game ’cause you don’t know nothin’
somebody died last night around 4-somethin’
but i don’t know nothin’
somebody creepin’ up the stairs, that’s my hoe comin’?
fifty-thousand ain’t sh-t, that’s my hoe money
that’s what my b-tch got
and mike got a cuban on with a big lock
and he got three eggs in one, but it was six shots
b-tch, i step on so much sh-t, i need big socks
this n-gga pulled up with a fugazi ass big watch
i seen this n-gga whole kit on fakewatchbusters
he got fake j on
and i was finna let bro rap, but this jay’s song
coochie man a superhero, put your cape on
i wanna f-ck this b-tch right now, i can’t wait long
trap got some autotune like a drake song
the way i’m never at the crib, you’d think i hate home
you’d think i hate the crib
tonight i’m havin’ raw s-x, i’m tryna make a kid
i’m tryna make a baby
the glock need a seatbelt, it ain’t got no safety
b-tch, you gon’ make me- b-tch, you gon’ make me hit your muhf-ckin’ friend
and if your friend coochie good, i’mma f-ck again
i’m tryna f-ck some twins
i’m tryna punch a benz
n-gga tried to up a gun, i done punched his hand
let me say it again
ay, i love the game so much i’mma play it again
then play it again
my lil’ brother nine years old, but he be playin’ wit’ ten
my lil’ n-gga keep a drum, he play in a band
he died when he said somethin’, he can’t say it again
ay bro, i can’t really hear you, can you say it again?
we got caught in a jam
that n-gga told like jam
this n-gga ain’t even a hamburger, he a piece of ham
i move the bag, deliver boxes like the pizza man
ay, it’s gettin’ cold outside i brought the heater in
my b-tch pulled up with a baddie, can i meet yo’ friend?
let me see your hands, put your hands up
this a standoff, you better stand up
it was a handoff, i let stan bust
i cut your hand off, you try steal somethin’
this n-gga beggin’ for a beat, i let him k!ll somethin’
i hit yo’ b-tch yesterday and she still cummin’
i got my paper on the car, but it’s steal money
fifty-thousand in my pocket, this real money
this other sixty-ball ain’t mine, it’s rio money
but he let me hold it
this b-tch opened up her legs, she finna let me fold her
i’m finna beat her down
i thought this b-tch had a baby, why i don’t see the child?
she never wit’ him
my b-tch found a new man, she think he better than me
“why you think i had no kids?” ’cause you never wit’ ’em
i’m a shark, i see some bad b-tches, i’m going fishin’
i’m funna pick some hoes
i don’t let b-tches come to me, i go get the hoes
and i hit the hoes
i don’t just get to know
my n-gga got locked up in june, he finna miss the summer
i got missin’ money, where the money go?
we started off fast, end up f-ckin’ slow
i know you ain’t dumb, but is you f-ckin’ slow?
and i don’t wanna hit yo’ b-tch, but i f-cked before
you could never know
you would never know
i live in the warzone, you would never go
this b-tch finna cut her hair, ’cause it don’t ever grow
i like atlanta in the winter, it don’t ever snow

- yn jay

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