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letra de next up - youngblista

[intro]
(youngblista on the block)
t-t-too clean with it, i put them in places they ain’t know existed, i make them my b-tches
f-ck around, talk down on blista you gon’ get your head popped wide open, you gon’ need some stitches
homie ain’t bullet-proof, he wanna see a sunrise again, he better watch where his pitch is
your b-tch suck my d-ck in the back and i disregard it, (f-ck it) tell that b-tch go do the dishes

[verse 1]
they call me youngblista because of your momma, she gawk on my c-ck and she can’t ever stop it, it’s honest
i made your mom the concoction she’s fond of, the type of pecan nut she’s taking inside of her closet
i bust while i look at the clock, i deposit my rocket inside of her socket, i’m making her vomit
pumping her full of my gossip, i talk like a prophet, i ain’t got a job but i still make a profit
(blowing her back out, she’s wearing a bonnet, she said it’s required can’t do me without it)
s-s-soon as they heard of me, they gave me surgery, b-tch i’m youngblista, i ain’t no emergency
look at me wrong, i’ll put you on the board and turn your sorry ass straight into a hyperbole
i’ll make you my victim, and you best look over your shoulder, i’ll put you inside an infirmary
[bridge]
t-t-too clean with it, i’m changing the game and they think that i ain’t but it’s still finna happen
i’ll shoot up your ass like allina, you better stop crying or i’m finna show this lil strap some compassion
putting the cap in it, blasting it, make a contraption, we pull on that b-tch and we gon’ see what’s crackin’
i think that’s it for me, but it ain’t over cause i’m finna let my boy evan come run on yo asses

[verse 2]
i’m finna run on yo asses
i got all the money yeah i got assets
talkin’ on me we gon’ pull up and blast it
disrespect me, you get put in a casket
he talking sh-t, but man i’ve really had it
alex popped off, so you know i’ma match it
they didn’t know i was really ’bout rapping
they ain’t gon talk sh-t when i’m really spazzing
(mop up the scene if we see the opps lackin’, he typin that but we know that he cappin’, homie act hard but he barely be flaccid, b-tch wanna f-ck me but she really ratchet)
me and youngblista we only make smashes
homie want smoke then we go and we ash him
glockies and choppas you know what we packin (yuh)
hitstick the beat like we playing some madden (yuh)
(yuh yuh ay)
moshpit, homie said he living in a moshpit
pop sh-t, but he ain’t ever seen a chopstick
opp sh-t, you the reason homie go and mop cliques
lost it when he see the way that the glock hit
[outro]
i am a menace, you know my demeanor, i f-cked on your b-tch turned her into a screamer
hopped out of the lamb and hopped into a beamer, my bars are so sick they might give you a fever
yeah you getting money but my sh-t is greener, i am an all-star, man i feel like i’m jeter
i switch up the flow when i’m throwing my heater, i don’t give a f-ck boy i’ll crease up my sneakers
my bars are too strong, you rappers is tweaking, got ice in my veins yeah i’m cold like a freezer
this song gon’ be blaring through all of the speakers, thank you youngblista for the nice lil feature

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- youngblista

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