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letra de 100 bars - young prodigy (yp)

break it down break it down
yall n-ggas dont make a sound
only f-ck wit real n-ggas
f-ck n-ggas is not allowed
turnin up like every crowd
broke n-ggas be talkin loud
goofy boy he got no clout
we come around dont make a sound!
run the game but i dont play1
want a feat? you gotta paywall
the sh-t yall do like once a year
i do that sh-t like everyday
everyday’s a holiday
bars is hot as santa fe
all these n-ggas want a handout
tell em i ain’t fannie mae
my b-tch look like halle berry
fly as birds ain’t talkin larry
wrist piece its on frankenstein
i swear that sh-t be lookin scary
countin bands like mr. krabs
takin pulls up off the dabs
met that b-tch on thursday night
by sat-rday she busted down
told that b-tch to bust it open
man that b-tch keep touchin me!
tell that b-tch that i’m the man
tell her -ss to f-ck wit me
i can’t keep my hands up off her
that -ss lookin bubbly
i swear to god i can’t complain
man im livin lovely
turn yo b-tch to a train
leave that p-ssy decayed
i just feel like a savage
and like the beat is the prey
i said yp is the name
20k golden chain
they see the tracks that im k!llin
& they like d-mn that sh-t cray
i swear i feel like a martian
im out the world wit this sh-t
i turn yo b-tch to a eater
so now that b-tch doin d-cks
i give her back u could keep her
man you a sucka & sh-t
a couple bills for a feature
it cost some bandz for the fit
go crazy hop up in booth
spit like i just lost a tooth
they like what bar that n-gga on?
you countin? boy that’s 52
my ice so clear it ain’t blurry
eat the cat if it ain’t furry
n-ggas gettin outta line
they gonn catch this stephen curry
kobe man i’m ballin n-gga
tell yo b-tch stop callin n-gga
i just hit those yesterday
swear yo -ss be stallin n-gga
meet yo b-tch i bet i score
then that b-tch gonna hit the door
gettin paid for turnin up
you n-ggas think this jersey sh0r-
mc hammer n-ggas broke
fill it up & then i toke
told that b-tch it’s nice to meet u
talkin bout that b-tches throat
fwm u gonna get smoked
i’m so cold & got no coat
told her -ss keep on going
you ain’t did sh-t til u choke
man i swear i’m a dawggg
put that sh-t on my dawgs
we be chiefin them big ls
that sh-t look like a log
my n-gga rowder be rowdy
you cuffin hoes like there’s a bounty
she ride me like i’m a horsey
i call her cowgirl say “howdy”
pullin up in the jag
finna stunt on they -ss
we be rockin designa
don’t give a f-ck bout the tag
hermes belt on my waste
she on my d-ck get a taste
hit that b-tch and then p-ss her
my n-ggas copy & paste
you n-ggas lockin em up
but they still out givin face
man i ain’t tryna p-ss it
i’m takin this to the face
my dranky purp as it gets
poe the vikes burnin jets
man why these b-tches keep lurkin
you had yo chance wit the best
hear a beat it get k!llt
you hear the verse that i built?
they like that n-gga a dog!
he dropped 100 like wilt!
hear a beat it get k!llt
you hear the verse that i built?
they like that n-gga a dog!
he dropped 100 like wilt!

- young prodigy yp

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