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letra de turnin myself in - ynw melly

[intro]
(rippa on the beat, b-tch)
this to all my fans, i got a secret to tell y’all
i gotta turn myself in on january third and all
ya dig what i’m sayin’, i love you, for real
(let me hear it)

[verse]
f-ck all that talking, we could air the b-tch out now (right now)
these n-ggas talking, they ain’t really slangin’ iron (oh no)
load up that k and then we bust it at his eye (at his pupils)
eye, eye, eye, eye, eye, eye (eye)
f-ck all that talking n-gga, where the f-ck the safe? (where the safe b-tch)
hе got a maserati, drop top and a wraith (this n-gga rich)
he got perms in his mouth, hе gettin’ checks (but he a b-tch)
i’ll run inside that p-ssy n-gga house with a tec (bam bam, my sh-t, bam ba)
with a tec, run inside your house with the tec (bam bam, my sh-t, bam ba)
the tec (bam bam, my sh-t, bam ba)
hold up (bam bam, my sh-t, bam ba)
uh, yeah, yeah i’m the goat, you the goat but i’m the goat for life, wait (i’m the goat for life)
you the goat but i’m the goat for life (i’m the goat for life)
you the goat, you the goat, you the goat, im high hold on let me restart (aight, hold the f-ck up mane, look)
you the goat for a year and i’m the goat for life
your main b-tch gon’ f-ck and that hoe gon’ give me throat for life (suck that d-ck b-tch)
she gave you throat for one year (yeah)
musketeer, three b-tches inside of my room and they chocolate (chocolate)
n-gga want pressure ‘till i up the b-tch and pop it (pop it)
these n-ggas snitches, these n-ggas paparazzi (razzi)
and my n-gga trigga and smoke, that’s four bodies (four)
yall n-ggas really ain’t fearing n0body (no, no)
he talked the sh-t but he ain’t got no bodies
i can’t say too much ‘cause you know really, i shot him (no, no)
y’all n-ggas talking, if i spot ‘em then i got him
on my mama, this aim necessity
and the p-ssy probably got a disease (disease)
and a n-gga got some shows overseas (overseas)
big bs definitely over gs, but you know a n-gga f-ck with them cs (them cs)
got your b-tch on five hundred degrees (degrees)
matter fact, switch that up, i said that on another song
man you know a n-gga a thousand degrees
and the head, nutting all on the weave (her weave)
oh please, spare me god for my k!lling (no cap)
these n-ggas ain’t really with it, b-tch i’m a villain
a hero, at the same d-mn time, i got blessings
these n-ggas ain’t with it, we k!lling any essence
the thing, that we praying for, i up this f-cking glizzy and bang
these n-ggas saying that they with it, oh no
no, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
load up that (carbon) ak and then flow
f-ck the ak, go get that extendo (do)
these n-ggas really ain’t with it, oh no
shanon, i got a cup from shanon (oh no)
remember when i used to have a crush on janice (on janice)
f-ck janice, she latchet, she ratchet
these n-ggas ain’t really on it, man these p-ssy n-ggas be lacking (ain’t ‘bout that action)
whats brackin’, i’m really ‘bout that action, on god (g shine)
can’t say too much, these crackers tryna investigate (yeah)
i gotta turn myself in (yeah), on january third like bih (like bih)
what the f-ck you talking ‘bout man (yeah)
n-gga got a forty, they been itching for some clout man (some clout)
i gave you all i had (all i had b-tch), and you took that sh-t and drug it in the grass (in the morgue b-tch)
ha, you gon’ judge her by her past
‘cause she a hoe and she just got a fake ass, that don’t mean none
she got three kids, that don’t mean none (that don’t mean none)
my momma got three cribs, yeah, yeah, yeah
guess what, i’m finna give her a hundred bands (my queen)
guess what i’m finna spend on all my friends (all my friends n-gga)
ima k!ll that p-ssy n-gga when i see him (on god n-gga)
n-gga talking sh-t on twitter, we don’t see them
no, literally, b-tch track control my twitter b-tch
don’t play with me, if i get it b-tch
on god, i’m upping that and i’m splitting your f-cking wig and sh-t
n-gga be on some f-ck n-gga, donald trump, that n-gga sh-t
hopping out with that 40 glock, she bounce on d-ck like tigger b-tch
y’all n-ggas be with it? h-ll naw
i’m the same n-gga with the molly and the adderalls (sneak diss)
your main b-tch, she a thot and she gon’ l!ck the b-lls
these n-ggas say they with it but you know i’m finna f-cking ball (they be sneak dissin’)
and when i ball, i still ain’t gon’ f-ck y’all (f-ck y’all)
i made it but i didn’t f-ck all my fans (i never said)
[outro]
(rippa on the beat, b-tch)
i made it and i gave money to everybody
i was the young n-gga hittin’ l!cks, popping on every molly
pink molly, black molly, white molly, blue molly, suwoo molly
it don’t matter b-tch, i’ll shoot somebody

- ynw melly

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