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letra de different level ft. ysb lil c - ysb nonstop

-nonstop-
(it’s nonstop.)
(awe sh-t!)
(don’t give a f-ck if you don’t like it.)

know that i’m sippin’ this act, don’t like to play games. (i’m sippin’ this act, don’t like to play games)

(verse 1)
know that i’m sippin’ this act, baby you know i don’t like to play games
i got 500 hoes in my crib, every single one of them loves me the same
never been caught, these ops have been paid, if you don’t think it’s fair, then don’t step up to the plate
don’t talk any sh-t, i’ll put lead in your brain. i ain’t wasting no time, i don’t even know your name

(verse 2)
casanova, i bent her over, love the p-ssy and she love the white
if i pop a perc when i’m sippin’ my syrup, i might hit it from the back all night
i got the strap, so don’t even ask, i swear that i’ll cap you on sight
i’m never sober, you can’t pull me over, i’ll be gone the second i see blue lights

(verse 3)
pray that these people ain’t switchin’ their lanes
a hundred an’ fifty can’t make a mistake
you speed for no reason, i know that you’re fake
you can’t run from the ops, but you ran from the fade

caught your hoe lookin’, and told her it’s designer made. (that’s true)
she left you the second i told her my name. (alright)
can’t be lovin’ any hoes, cause i’m always gettin’ blow, but you know i ain’t doin’ cocaine. (okay)
f-cked your b-tch once and i threw her away, swear to god this sh-t ain’t fake. (okay)
i got blow on your hoe, when i bust in her face, when i called up an uber, she beggin’ to stay, never know when i might take your hoe for the day, never cuffin’ the b-tch, i just want the brain. (want the brain)

i got 12 on my -ss, i got -ss in my face, when i look at you it puts you back in your place, never seen a real chopper, got two on my waist, this extended clip might get emptied today

(verse 4)
cause i got b-tches and watches, watch me knock ten of your boys off their feet, ten loaded clips, you in for a treat. (in for a treat, in for a treat)

i got the heat, owning the beat, so now you can see i’m a f-cking elite, so b-tch take a seat, you can’t handle this d? i got a ticket to leave. can’t give me good brain? i’ma charge you a fee

what’s it gon’ be? i’ma f-ck on yo b-tch, i could do it for free, don’t tell me to change, i’ma just do me, i’ma do what i want and i’m working the streets

if i don’t reply, then i might’ve just caught heat. (yeah) thirty new hoes on my d-ck every week. (p-ssy and steak)

p-ssy and steak, that’s all that i eat. my rhythm is filthy, but my clothes are clean. i gave her good d-ck, and now i’m in her dreams. (i’m in her dreams)

(verse 5)
parachute molly, flip up these racks. droppin’ these boys, and i bounce right back. i ain’t chasin’ just paper, i’m chasin’ blue cash. so don’t waste my time, i’m busy smokin’ that hash. (what?)

rollin’ up backwoods, rollin’ up that kush. every single day, i got this sh-t on my lap. every single day, i got the bag on my back. i got lil c bringin’ b-tches to smash. he hop on the beat, we’re bringin’ it back

-ysb lil c-
man, back then we was blowin’ through the most. f-ckin’ every hoe on the low, cuz they ain’t tryna get exposed, just a 4-way with my bro, you already know how it goes

-nonstop-
doin’ this sh-t since day 1, doin’ this sh-t but it just ain’t for fun, i’ve been ridin’ real fast, homie got his gun, my father might put me down but i’m his son, so used to being the boy that’s just on the run, used to joke around like i’m speakin’ puns

(verse 6)
used to be the one, but now i’m chasin’ god, i’m already home, playin’ like a dog, but it ain’t a game, just throw me a bone, just ain’t the same, i just wanna go home, i ain’t chasin’ fame, just chasing gains, every single day

lil c in my house and heart, but how do i say, it’s just time to start, aye

aye b-tch, you know that i’m chasing the pay, yeah, don’t drop my grind for a single day, yeah, you know what i want, but if i really want it i gotta work to stay, yeah, i believe in jesus, he’s the one that’s just guiding my faith, yeah, keep your eyes wide open, i’ve seen a little boy get slain, what

(man, i’m always on that real sh-t, but i really just wanna get down on some smooth sh-t, you know what i’m sayin’?)
(yeah.)
(i got lil c everywhere i go, you know what i’m sayin’?)
(i love you, jesus)

- ysb nonstop

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