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letra de misunderstood pt. 2 - youngn lipz

[intro: youngn lipz]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
ooh, yeah
yeah, yeah
yl, yl, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 1: youngn lipz]
i need a four, i’ll put you up on a list
bro got extended full clips (grr, boom)
rather not say what it was, long as i know what it is
i might pull up like lebron, let me just shoot, that’s a trip’
if i don’t get the right target, leave it for bro, that’s assist, yeah
i got like five, six, but i really don’t want ’em
bad b, keep her up till the morning
dive in, yeah, we sipping and zoning
don’t play with my heart, that’s the wrong thing
we just here for the night, that’s a moment
and the old ting, they still tryna phone me
they too stuck in the way that i’m flowing
i’m too focused, we get it and go in
all of my cheque for real
look at my wrist, now it’s flooded, i got it all wet for real
i said what i meant and i meant what i said, so you know that the wrist is real
she want loving till the yawning, baby don’t want to be up on the lonely
show you off and now they know it, i’ma just take you home ’cause you’re my trophy
[chorus: youngn lipz]
i need a four with a brick, tell her, “go grab me a stick”
now she claiming that she love it, yeah, get her roses by the dozen, yeah
baby, take you out in public, mess around until the sun hits
i ain’t playing, i ain’t fronting, uh, didn’t start this all for nothing, yeah
i pulled up on you, baby, like, “what’s good?”
i can take you on trips, show you the hood
ain’t n0body gon’ take you, i wish that they would
and i’m bad and it’s sad ’cause i’m misunderstood, yeah, yeah
i need a four, tell her, “pour me some more”
since you walked through the door

[verse 2: m huncho]
oh, they thinkin’ they tough (right)
avianne, it give me frostbite (bite)
f-ck a chain, get a watch (right)
but i’m still never on time
you can’t see me out in public, i got this baddie holdin’ onto something (something)
shawty really fell in love with a brother that really made it from the mud
come and make love to a thug (yeah, yeah), still selling drugs
enough is enough, i fell in love with the hustle
i can’t be falling in love with a sl-t, still
put my thumb up in her b-tt, still
ducking, diving from the cuffs
they put my brother in cuffs, the streets never showed us no love, woah
[chorus: youngn lipz]
i need a four with a brick, tell her, “go grab me a stick”
now she claiming that she love it, yeah, get her roses by the dozen, yeah
baby, take you out in public, mess around until the sun hits
i ain’t playing, i ain’t fronting, uh, didn’t start this all for nothing, yeah
i pulled up on you, baby, like, “what’s good?” (what’s good?)
i can take you on trips, show you the hood (the hood)
ain’t n0body gon’ take you, i wish that they would (oh, no)
and i’m bad and it’s sad ’cause i’m misunderstood, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
i need a four, tell her, “pour me some more”
since you walked through the door
you’ve been breaking alone

[outro: youngn lipz]
yl, yl
yl, yl
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah

- youngn lipz

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