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letra de dr. breen - yng yin

(prod tag: gorgan murder squad)

[intro/hook: yng yin]
yeah, yeah
put some toxic waste on my obey
yeah, yeah
put some golden paint on my mid j’s

[verse 1: yng yin]
pour up triple c’s in double cup (cup)
tape under my shoes at the strip club (woah woah)
that is how i get my money up (money up)
i’m off that 京都念慈菴川貝枇杷膏 cough syrup
got 3d printed two-tone dual glizzies (brrrrt)
yeah i’m clutchin’ em’ like nunchucks on a wii (wii wii)
your cop uncle smoke spice, he ain’t got weed (weed weed)
i put the agent orange in the potpourri (potpourri)
[bridge: yng yin]
i’m so sad yuh, cuz i’m no honey badger
but homies will thrash ya and we’ll dip wit’ a mask on (yeah we dip wit’ a mask on)
she call me abuser, i’m jus’ tryna improve her, it’s f-ckin b3llt0w3r$h00t3r

[verse 2: b3llt0w3r$h00t3r]
glock spittin’ b-tch, i murder wit’ a hunnid rounds (hunnid rounds)
money sounds {cash register sfx}
these hoes h-lla fat, they gain a hunnid pounds (hunnid pounds)
e-dog baby in the newsroom, wit’ bout a hunnid hounds (hunnid hounds)
f-ckin on yo sister boyfriend sidepiece, she make funny sounds (funny sounds)
smoke a lot of weed and pop a addy, now i’m normal (now i’m normal)
yo shawty ask to f-ck and she bein’ real formal (she bein’ real formal)
stop talkin’ sh-t b-tch, yo last name is gormel (last name is gormel)
i jus’ f-cked yo momma best friend, her name is laurel (her name is laurel)
toot the f-ck out of my ride, yeah i got the truck up (yeah i got the truck up)
my accountant talk too d-mn much, yo shut the f-ck up (yo shut the f-ck up)
i jus’ robbed a white man for his fresh-ass mukluks (fresh ass mukluks)
i’ma fight yo son, make that p-ssy b-tch tuck up

[hook: yng yin]
yeah, yeah
put some toxic waste on my obey
yeah, yeah
put some golden paint on my mid j’s
[verse 3: mr. bone$]
(frrrrrt bing)
yeah b-tch, that’s the money sound (money yuh)
slap you with a rack, that’s a money ow yuh (that’s a money owww)
heard he want the smoke, that’s a hunnid rounds (that’s a hunnid’ rounds)
all my dogs straight hunnid now we out the pound (now we out the pound)
bloodhounds, h-llhounds, boneman (bonemaaaan)
if you don’t f-ck with gms, then you alone, man (alone maaaaan)
cryin’ in the parkin lot, you a grown man (grown maaaan)
(just stop man!)
no man
dr. breen b-tch i’m off the lean
molly rocks in the wock yeah that sh-t turn pink yuh
i don’t think (i don’t think yuh)
call me trevor cuz i f-cked that b-tch on the sink, yah (on the sink yuh)
skeleton vlone, call me mr. bone$ (call me mr. bone$)
if you brush t–th, on gms, you better floss (floooosssss)
g-street, don’t you open up that f-ckin’ door (now we at a door yuh)
we ain’t got no weed, we smoke up all the f-ckin dope (smokin dope yuh)
gms x flocka, we go hard in the paint (kickin in yo door)
suckin’ on my d-ck, f-ck a b-tch in the taint (you already know)
foldin’ baton, my d-ck is collapsible, hand me ya rackables (yeah we f-cked yo hoe, yuh)
b-tch playin’ tetris, her p-ssy is stackable (ay, ay, you already know yuh)
teddy k b-tch i’ma blow up the capitol
whippin’ the phantom how i’m supernatural
[hook: yng yin]
yeah yeah (mr. bone$: you already know that)
put some toxic waste on my obey
yeah yeah (mr. bone$: you already know that)
put some golden paint on my mid j’s (mr. bone$: you already know that)

[break/bridge: ilean]
yung yin 59 and ilean, we blow the planet up
i’m sippin’ robitussin mixed with wockhardt out my double cup (yuh)
white girl started dancin’, i start laughin’, tell her f-ck it up
she gettin’ really p-ssed and calls her boyfriend, that’s not funny cuz

[verse 4: ilean]
if you f-ckin’ with e-dog, i’ma make yo ass meet god (grrra grra)
gms movin’ murderous, you should know we’re a 1337 squad
akimbo my choppa, back and forth, just like a seesaw (bop bop bop bop bop)
when ya done with this song, check ya bank account, ya racks are gone {money counter sfx}
pop some ibp’s and walk around like a xanhead
my hoes is really stupid, yeah they givin’ me xan head (dayum)
i only shoot to k!ll, f-ck you mean we should can him? {coughing}
i’m stackin’ big blue bills, i’m a virtual bandit
i’ll handle it, anything that you could ever throw at me
i drank too much robo and now i suffer from hppd (hppd!) {pouring up sfx}
i gave my girl a stick and made her scam, she a mini-me
i got a lotta bands and you do not, you’re offending me
fendi on me, no the f-ck it’s not that sh-t is f-ckin’ trash (f-ck dat’ sh-t)
i wear sh-t you ain’t never even heard of, i got too much cash
i facetime yo momma, and i tell her to start shakin’ ass
best watch yo tone b-tch-boy, i’ma be yo new stepdad (d-mn right)

- yng yin

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