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letra de bang da yoppp - youngbagchasers

[intro]
(what you wanna smoke, some zazas? i brought a ‘bow out)
(1hundro did it again)

[verse 1: hopoutbl!ck]
this b-tch takin shots, she want me sippin’, ion drink
and ion want that f-ckin cream soda if it ain’t pink
when we had caught one at that getty, wet his ass just like a sink
we put that flame to his brain, before he got a chance to think
ion know why a n-gga asked me is we up, like what you think?
told the n-gga he was gon’ die, then he died, he got jinked
that switchy made him drop his pattern, he got caught up at the ch-nk
you ain’t top tier b-tch, we [?], we can’t link
they keep sayin’ they gon’ k!ll me, i was supposed to been dead
money got hit in his neck, that n-gga posed to been dead
ya on some sh-t, he tryn’ put some sh-t to bed
n-gga, f-ck ski, he got hit in his head
bro just f-cked the opp b-tch, she got hit in his bed
n-gga tried run, and then his back felt the lead
we had caught one in that car, he got away cause he fled
n-gga, i hop out that car with that switch and see red
ion wan hear nothin’ bout gunna cause he dead
he felt a face shot and tried to crawl but he start givin’ up
and cameron got caught on them steps, we left him sittin’ up
and if my lil bros like your gun then you gon’ give it up
and we been k!llin’ sh-t for fun, just sent a n-gga up
and d-mn, he shoulda had his gun, now they gotta pick him up
he caught a headshot, doa bro, he ain’t gettin’ up
and money caught a neckshot cause we was aimin’ up
they tried to slide through in they jeep, no talk, flamed it up
we gotta k!ll seven more n-ggas then the game is up
they tried to clean his brains up but his brain was stuck
and i’m still with the same n-ggas, i ain’t changed nothin’
if it ain’t money talkin’, don’t call me, i’m hangin’ up
and what you got that chain for if your chain be tucked
and if you ain’t got a body you can’t hang with us
and every time a n-gga died, bro they namin ‘ us
[bridge: ybcdul]
n-gga, it’s mr disrespectful
and ion give a f-ck who you is, n-gga, i will disrespect you
n-gga, it’s mr disrespectful
buddy and the fro and the rizzy and the snipe

[verse 2: ybcdul]
sellin’ pounds of the fro all day, that’s just the usual
we in the middle of the war, ain’t no such thing as mutual
bro think he tom cruise, he pull up shootin’ out the roof
n-gga you gon’ die soon, like why the f-ck you think you bulletproof?
you shoulda seen his f-ckin face when he heard them shots
swervo took off, that n-gga ran right on his block
them n-ggas ran in the popi’s when bro bung the yopp
new sh-ll casings and bullet wounds all on the 9

- youngbagchasers

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