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letra de hellraiser - youngbagchasers

[intro: 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 1: ybcdul]
ridin’ dirty, i got all these grams on me
i got a f-ckin wham on me
glizzy with a switch, feel like i got a fan on me
double vacuum seal it, we even put saran
and i just sold a hunnid pounds, ain’t have to put my hands on it
reefy couldn’t get up but he tried, but tommy made it to the spital
the doctor said he ain’t even survive, that n-gga died
and benji get away like everytime
n-ggas chased him two days ago, he crashed out on the 9
like how you call yourself the reaper, you ain’t sn-tched a soul
and you ain’t gangster, you just let a n-gga sn-tch ya pole
wop in the spital right now, sneak dissin’ his bros
that’s his dumbass in the beginning of this f-ckin song
he felt that b-tton then he twitched, that’s the repercussion
when i jump out on n-ggas blocks, that’s the reaper comin’
i feel like meech, i’m on my way to go meet my cousin
caught one, ten minutes later youngbull from the back block runnin’
bully felt the fully, deek shoulda ducked
hl seen the n-gga walkin’ up, he shoulda hit him up
polly tried chill on parkside, they dropped fifty plus
we woulda had 7side honcho, he fast when he run
a hunnid bowls of rizzy, i get ’em gone soon as they come
i say some disrespectful sh-t, and now she tryn’ f-ck
they got my n-ggas on the news jumpin’ out them truck
tooley, bookaman in my l, mixed up with sixty runtz
[intro: ybcdul & doodibabby]
n-gga, it’s mr disrespectful
(tooley, booga goon in my l, mixed up with sixty runtz)
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
don’t cr- don’t crawl

[verse 2: doodibabby]
i tell lil bro to send that lo and then we goin to ’em
them n-ggas claim it’s fake smoke, i hope we run into’ ’em
them n-ggas love postin’ guns, but they don’t ever use ’em
and bro wan get up close and leave his brain he love to do this
this sh-t fun for a n-gga, hop out, put that switchy drum on a n-gga
i ain’t lackin’, is you dumb lil n-gga
i got b-tton on me, i’mma put a ton on a n-gga
me and bro, we goin’ dumb on a n-gga
brodie suited up to hop out and dump on them n-ggas
i ain’t shootin’ just to shoot, i’mma cook ’em
how you slide wit a b-tton and you miss, you a rookie
me and bro, we in that v, tryn’ see a seed, hop out and pfff
put that b-tton on ’em
them n-ggas rap cap, why the f-ck they lyin’ to ’em?
and bro be slidin’ back to back and i’m providin’ for ’em
i’m in that v, tryn’ get a vic, ion want ’em think i ain’t slide wit ’em
f-ck it, we catch a hat
n-ggas b-tchin, they be runnin’, why them n-ggas ain’t gettin’ back
put that b-tton on ’em
yea, i love seein’ that

- youngbagchasers

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