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letra de aye! - yng smoke

intro
ayyyyyee! yuh! (alright)
yng sb yuh! (yng sb yuh)
yng smoke! (ayyyeee!!)
n-gg- you a joke

verse one: yng sb

yuh b-tch, its sb! (sb!)
yeah you know i’m poppin glizzys! (pop-pop out!)
with my bro st, yuh… st! (ayye!)
yeah you know i came to look clean
with your bih’ suckin’ me
yeah you know it’s yng sb
yng ’till the death of me
i got a mack-11, what a bih’
got your girl and she her knees
she doin’ her thing, ohwee! (yuuuuh, ohwee!)
i only wear designer sh-t (on god)
its that sh-t its gon get split
yng this sh-t, yeah i’m a goat, i’m not lil boat
bih’ i’m so hot, i’m not even cold
i sat down and started writing all my notes
im f-ckin these hoes, sb, means side-bih’ so get on
yng means young n-gg- gang!
if you talk sh-t one to your brain
yeah you know i’m eatin’ fish fillet
free my cousin out the f-ckin’ cage, man
yeah i milly rock e’ry day
yeah i’m hittin’ licks like it’s christmas, lil bih’
how you not gon’ f-ck on a real n-gg- (aye, yuh)

verse two: yng smoke

big money bank, and i ain’t no joke
young n-gg- gang, say h-llo to the smoke
if a n-gg- wants pay, imma call him a joke
tickle the glock, put one in his throat

put him in water, that n-gg- can’t float
sent him to the slaughter, they cut off his toes, sir
i like your daughter! then you gotta go!
don’t try me, i might “shotta flow”

sent a man to his grave, didn’t do what i say
hop on a track, you know i get paid
(aye!)
tryna talk smart, i knock the words out your brain

don’t try me n-gg-, i’m insane
do this for the fans, do this for the fame
a n-gg- stand tall imma take out his leg
one day with crutches, one day with a cane

verse three: yng smoke

spent the rest of his life just sad and in pain
that’s what you get when you mess with the gang
yng for life, nle for a day
i’m dressed up in white just like the kkk

my bars are like ice just like a cold day
you is too slow you can’t stay in my lane
we finna catch hands you’ll leave with a migraine
get me mad, hang you from a crane

racks on my racks and i’m paying with cash
the fbi’s here lookin’ up for my stash
i go to the studio, i make money fast
you be tying your shoe then the gang breaks your back

if i do good then they talkin’ bout stats
you is so stupid cause u doing cracki’m the best and that’s, that
just like uzi, now that a rack

it’s hard to talk about my flaws
i’m flexin’ my fist, wolverine like claws
i’m swimming in ocean, shark week like jaws
i’m rappin’ no logic so i need to pause

take a hit straight through your paws
you is a cat, nah, you is a dog
if you is my n-gg- then don’t do me wrong
if you is my n-gg- then don’t do me wrong

look in my ice and i’ll turn you to stone
(aye, yuh)
look in my eyes and i’ll turn you to stone
you rappin raps that you don’t even own
i’m finna roast you bake you in the stove
i’m finna eat you and all of your bones
(all of your bones? x2)
aye
you at dairy queen but you order a cone
it finna be spicy, you wipin’ your nose
you tryna stand tall and i-

shoot out your tip-toes
it’s about violence, drugs, and all of them “hoes”
you got your first date but you bought her a rose
she really just wanted to go to my shows
i win for my fans, i win for my foes

rip x that n-gg-’s my vro
rip x that n-gg-’s my vro
a n-gg- try me, put one in his nose
a n-gg- try me, put one in his nose
i’m rolling in cash, i’m rollin in dough
who’s yng smoke? the n-gg- they chose
the n-gg- they chose
(yuh,aye!)

- yng smoke

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