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letra de ynw freestyle - ynw melly

[verse:]
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
ain’t n-body wanna help me, got it on my lonely (my lonely)
jaleen 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
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 shout-out to kodak black, he follow me on insta
if you wanna chop it up, i put it in a blender (blender)
flokka smokin’ n-gg-s, i ain’t got nothin’ to give ya’ (bye)
i’m shootin’ out the sun roof, sosa shootin’ out the window (bang)
yeah, this is a freestyle n-gg- you ain’t gotta ask me (nah)
pussy squirtin’, mini skirt, i like my b-tches nasty, uh
and she make all a’s and b’s, i like my b-tches cl-ssy, huh (cl-ssy)
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

sosa:

i’m that n-gg- from that ave you don’t even know to have
just to walk through my hood, pussy boy, you need a p-ss
tell the judge suck my d-ck and tell the state to kiss my -ss
me and my team we first, why you pussy n-gg-s in last
crackers all on my d-ck ’cause they say i made a hit
when i grabbed the microphone they like: “sosa you can spit!”
when i f-cked that n-gg- b-tch, that really made that n-gg- sit

- ynw melly

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