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letra de thug melodies - ynw melly

[intro: ynw melly]
hey

[verse 1: ynw melly]
i had to go get it and flip it and run it up, f-ck it i stacked it
lil melly a savage, he ride in a stolen car, bustin’ in traffic
can’t f-ck with the b-tch ’cause the b-tch is a p-ssy b-tch, she got a daddy
and i might have to k!ll her daddy, we put pistols to your pappy
no we are not from where you from, we don’t care, we gon’ dumb
i am before the b-tch, i might abort the mission, whoa
i cannot f-ck with her, we like to flip the pigeon
desert eagle on my waist and you know i keep it with me
f-ck the society, b-tch i’m a savage
my b-tches flawless, your b-tches average
don’t run up on none of my n-ggas ’cause we whackin’ sh-t
that forty make a p-ssy n-gga moonwalk like michael jackson did
who, pullin’ up in a new car
melly why you go so far?
i just want to go so far
i had to remix it and flip it and run in your house and i stacked it
lil melly a savage, he bustin’ at p-ssy n-ggas all in traffic
ain’t nothin’ no pressure, i swear to god if i catch him i’ma blast him
no i do not give no f-cks lil b-tch, f-ck school, i don’t go to cl-sses
thumbin’ through a check, got a hundred bands, and on my mama the mansion
you say that you want it, you want it lil jit, i hope you ’bout that action
b-tch i got bloods from miami all the way to d-mn sebastian
p-ssy n-gga why you asking, uh, hit his -ss with a spatula
whip it up, whip it up, flip it and then we gon’ run it up
remember when all of them b-tches didn’t even f-ck with us
but now they be suckin’ and f-ckin’, them b-tches some bust ’em ups
the b-tch is a patient, she suckin’ that d-ck, man that b-tch is a customer
bust ’em up, lay ’em down
automatic sk hold a hundred rounds
don’t say a word, don’t make a sound
just hit the ground, it’s goin’ down
b-tch it’s a robbery, get the f-ck on the floor ‘fore i have to bust you
these f-ck n-ggas say that they on it but these n-ggas sweeter than some gushers
melly got the sk, that b-tch gon’ sing like it’s usher
you ain’t with it then f-ck you, chopper eat you for supper

[verse 2: project youngin]
i really came from them trenches, yeah i’m straight out the bottom
any n-gga want problems, load up them choppers, we gon’ go solve ’em
they don’t know how it feel, when i was broke, yeah them tears was fallin’
plottin’ on them l!cks, slidin’ in stolen whips, back street, we was really crawlin’
anything for a dollar, that’s where my mind was at
all i know is hustle, seein’ my mama struggle, i wasn’t fine with that
keep a deal if it ain’t a mil, i ain’t signing that
saint pete, b-tch i’m born and raised, that’s where i’m grinding at
you don’t know how it feel to be shackled, physically and mentally
these hoes be problems, they just want a dollar
tell me is you really in to me?
other things aside, you can smoke and ride
put my problems all on this beat
it’s gon’ be a problem when lil melly free, ayy, this thug melodies
gettin’ money, we be kickin’ it
you just internet thuggin’, ain’t with the sh-ts
mention my name and we gon’ get them sticks
bust your brain, hit you with the blitz
for some change i’ma send a hit
know they keep them d-cks, call ray and nick
really in the field, we be shaking sh-t
you don’t how it feel, you just takin’ pics
i really came from nothin’ but i’m ballin’ now
two years later, project youngin who they talkin’ ’bout
couple hoes ain’t wanna let me f-ck, they be stalkin’ now
and i hate a b-tch always starting sh-t, tellin’ lies like what you talkin’ ’bout
yeah, yeah, can’t tell me nothin’
yeah, i came up hustlin’, yeah
this that thug melodies, they be feelin’ me, hey
lil project youngin man, can’t tell me nothin’ man
this thug melodies, and i can’t wait ’til all my n-ggas free

[outro: project youngin]
yeah, hey, hey
hey, yeah yeah, youngin ho
it’s lil project youngin man, can’t tell me nothin’ man
lil melly what’s up man? 772 to the 727, you feel me

- ynw melly

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