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letra de henny'd up - young m.a

[intro]
soooo, wooo
i’m tryna switch it up on n-ggas
ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ayy
i think i need some henny, man, no cap
ayy, ayy

[verse 1]
man, i’m henny’d up, styrofoam
call this b-tch my sippy cup (ooh, ooh)
high as sh-t, p-ssy drunk
prolly f-ck my kidneys up (yeah, yeah)
i’m fendi’d down, fendi’d up (big drip)
the money callin’, it just hit me up like, “pick me up” (h-llo baby) ayy, h-llo baby
i go crazy, no, i go brazy (soooo, wooo)
this a ‘vetty, no mercedes
and a forty, i go eighty
i don’t need a wifey, i been hoein’ lately (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
i just want the p-ssy, can’t get to know me, baby
ayy, uh (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
yes, i’m gettin’ b-tches (ooh), never trickin’ (ooh)
yes, i’m rich but penny pinchin’ (uh-huh), henny sippin’ (uh-huh)
in the cut like stitches, d-mn, but still i’m mentioned (uh-huh)
i could never save a hoe, that’s probably why i’ve been a villain (the big villain)
can’t f-ck with these fake n-ggas, that’s probably why i’ve been the realest, ayy (the big realest)
i be all around the world, and still be in the trenches (still in the trenches)
i be all around your girl, and still ain’t catch no feelings
ooh, just drop the top on ’em
stretch the ceilin’ (big foreign)
my bank account, i can flex the millions (big m’s)
call it flex appealin’
and i got s-x appealin’, p-ssy
[chorus]
i go brazy (brazy, brazy)
i go brazy (i go brazy)
i go brazy, i go brazy
i go brazy, i go brazy

[verse 2]
prada drip, hide your b-tch
h-llo baby (h-llo baby), got your b-tch
ap (ooh), bugatti bezel (ooh)
f-ck around and blind the b-tch (blind the b-tch)
d-mn, why i went and spent a hunnid bands on this jewelry? (why i did that?)
and why every time i hit the club, i gotta make a movie? (i had to that)
yak’ got me feelin’ woozy (ooh), draco same size as lil’ uzi (grr)
so don’t ever think that sh-t amusin’ (baow, baow, baow)
told her, “don’t fall in love with me baby, i’m so confusin'” (don’t do that)
plus i got mood swings (who that?), i only love two things (yeah)
that’s my money and my momma (ooh)
i’m a boss (ooh), don dada (ooh)
got them chops (ooh) with the sticks (ooh), closet look like benihana (ooh)
got another hater hatin’ on me, told the p-ssy n-gga, “line up” (line up)
i could build a mountain with my money (huh)
now watch me climb up (watch that)

[chorus]
i go brazy (brazy, brazy)
i go brazy (i go brazy)
i go brazy, i go brazy
i go brazy, i go brazy

- young m a

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