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letra de ynw freestyle (original) - ynw melly

[intro: ynw melly]
aha
here comes mr. softie, the soft ice cream man
delicious treats for the whole family
a soft ice cream store on wheels (on wheels)

[verse 1: ynw melly]
made it through the struggle, got it off the muscle (off the muscle)
wanted gucci on my buckle, so i had to hustle (hustle, hustle)
stomach growlin’ like a lion, i was really hungry (dawg)
ain’t n0body wanna help me, got it on my lonely (my lonely)
jaylen that my brother, we like rich homie and thugger
disrespect my whodie, then i’m shootin’ at your mother, huh (your mother)
boy i know you love her, cause’ you f-ck without a rubber, huh (gucci)
if that b-tch start actin’ up, just go and find another, huh (sheesh)
gucci, louis, hermes, and givenchy on my body (yeah)
promethazine and sprite, but i ain’t f-ckin’ with no molly (no way)
big shoutout to kodak black, he follow me on insta (dang)
if you wanna chop it up, i put it in a blender (blender)
flokka smokin’ n-ggas, i ain’t got nothin’ to give ya’ (bye)
i’m shootin’ out the sunroof, sosa shootin’ out the window (bang)
yeah, this is a freestyle n-gga you ain’t gotta ask me (nah)
p-ssy squirtin’, mini skirt, i like my b-tches nasty, uh
and she make all a’s and b’s, i like my b-tches classy, huh (classy)
quarter pound of ganja pack, i stretch it like elastic, huh (elastic)
take you to the gucci store, then flip it like gymnastics (flip it)
juugin and finessin’, we was counting all our blessings (for real)
your b-tch do the melly pose cause i’m a living legend (for real)
[verse 2: ynw juvy]
i’m that n-gga from the ave, you don’t even know the half
just a walk through my hood, p-ssy boy you need a pass
tell the judge, “suck my d-ck”
and tell the state to kiss my ass
me and my team in first, while you p-ssy n-ggas in last
crackas all on my d-ck cause they say i made a hit
when i grab the microphone, they like “sosa you can spit”
when i f-cked that n-gga b-tch, that really made that n-gga sick
shoutout to j money cause that n-gga there trick
man she say she cannot love me cause she know that i’m a pimp
and i’m tired of eating noodles, man i really want that steak
shoutout to anime cause baby girl got that cake
when she saw her friend suckin’ she like, “can she have a taste?”
they like “sosa you awake”
please get the f-ck out my face
cause b-tch you been replaced
cracka knockin’ on the door tryna give your boy a case
(man sh-t crazy)
momma cryin’ every night, grandma prayin’ every night
man they call me michael jordan cause i’m finna take flight
when i get on the stage, b-tches turning on the light
and if you really wanna die, f-ck n-gga i take your life

[verse 3: jgreen]

- ynw melly

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