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letra de mcbuttons's & mcnuggets, pt. 2 - youngbagchasers

[intro: ybcdul]
it’s mr. disrespectful
it’s mr. disrespectful
(mvmbo)
it’s mr. disrespectful, know i don’t give a f-ck who you is, n-gga, i’ll disrespect you
it’s mr. disrespectful, buddy and the frow and the rizzy and the snipe

[chorus: ybcdul]
we catch n-ggas while they clockin’ out
n-gga worked at mcdonald’s? p-ssy should’ve took a different route
saany in the jails, and y’all sh-tty now
yeah, i just put the bang on bucks and made n-gga switch the [?]
ten n-ggas posted up, i hop out, switch the crowd
all them n-ggas runnin’ with they hots, they ain’t shoot back
like, where y’all glizzies now?
i got givenchy on my tee, i mixed it with chanel
i bought the b-tch so much louis v, she got more than pharrell

[verse 1: ybcdul]
lm keep on bl!ckin’ on the oxy, i got no control
[?] just might take sh-t down, and yopp his ass, keep sn-tchin’ souls
how the f-ck i still get on the plane and i have fifty bowls?
almost crashed the scat, clipped the wheel, took out [?]
i pulled out ten pounds right now, might break ’em down and sell them hoes
street n-gga, no, i’m not a f-ggot and i never told
reek, 1k, and 30 locked for murder, i need my n-ggas home
n-ggas know the word, ain’t save sid and he died inside his home
we be doin’ walk-ups, we catch a c, ain’t tryna talk to ’em
tooley have us too, that’s the reason him and booka parked up
(tooley have us too, that’s the reason him and booka parked up)
opps tryna slide, we flip the whip and bullets hit the sparkplug
(stop the [?])
[verse 2: skrilla]
free the 40-40-ourty, bro just hawk sh-t down
brodie put a switch on back the gl!ck, it changed the milly sound
hopped up out amiri, put on rick, now i feel different now
jumped up out the v, bro bent the pound and did it with a pound
40 wan’ mail me the thirty k he spent on my rollie
i supply the team with all stoleys and a couple ovies
they gon’ bend the block from different ways, like they was shaq and kobe
brodie put munyun on n-gga head, you should’ve f-ckin’ told me
i would got that sh-t done yesterday, like that sh-t was the old me
doodi baby, that’s my baby boy, y’all n-gga named that boy jodie

[verse 3: ybcdul]
and i got my b-tton in mcdonald’s, can’t go out like bud
middle of the war, i’m still servin’ n-ggas in any hood
i got this brown-skin b-tch with good lips, she look like meagan good
took the s580 right on the chase, i’m out in hollywood
bammed straight on them n-ggas, tried to get away, n-ggas left him right where he stood
four n-ggas died back to back, they still ain’t react, that sh-t ain’t lookin’ good

[verse 4: skrilla]
bunny hop in different n-ggas’ hood, show ’em who really hood
i just put a rick kkk mask on, like i’m robin hood
stand on business, stood
bro hang out the window, out the v
bent the strike, left tank on e
i put your right hand on a tee
[chorus: ybcdul]
we catch n-ggas while they clockin’ out
n-gga worked at mcdonald’s? p-ssy should’ve took a different route
saany me in the jails, and y’all sh-tty now
yeah, i just put the bang on bucks and made n-gga switch the [?]
ten n-ggas posted up, i hop out, switch the crowd
all them n-ggas runnin’ with they hots, they ain’t shoot back
like, where y’all glizzies now?
i got givenchy on my tee, i mixed it with chanel
i bought the b-tch so much louis v, she got more than pharrell

- youngbagchasers

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