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letra de keep your head up - ysb og

[intro]
ayy, og (rah)

[verse]
4’s up, out the mud, gotta keep the forty tucked
in the field we prayed up, gotta keep your head up
boy, i ain’t scared of nothin’, boy you n-ggas lookin’ dumb
how you with you lookin’ bum, you a bozo n-gga (you a bozo)
you ain’t f-cking no b-tches, you a h0m- n-gga (you a h0m-)
you ain’t getting no money, then i can’t kick it with ya (i can’t)
sneak dissin’ on my name, then my n-ggas gonna split ya
i be skirtin’ in that whip, smokin’ og out the zip (plug!)
my b-tch better sell a [?], f-ck them motherf-ckin’ p-ss
all you n-ggas talking sh-t, y’all can eat a f-cking d-ck
i ain’t never had sh-t, so i’m goin’ 30 b-tch
now i’m going 80 b-tch, now i’m going 90 b-tch
i be skrrtin’ and i be hittin’ ’em with the motherf-ckin’ switch
and i hit a motherf-ckin’ l!ck, hit a f-ckin’ b-tch (b-tch)
pull up with the motherf-cking tricks, ayy
call me young og, kane [?] (plug!)
ayy, i shoot you in your brain n-gga (ooh, bang!)
ayy, i ain’t never been a lame n-gga
ayy, you n-ggas is some f-ckin’ stains n-gga (you some stains)
ayy, and i’m swervin’ candypaint n-gga
got your main all on my f-ckin’ thangy, n-gga (on my thangy n-gga)
ayy, and i’m rollin’ with my gangy, n-gga (with my gangy n-gga)
know how thе f-ck we mob, know how the f-ck we mob
pull up with thе squad, pull up with the gang
yeah that’s goth gang, yeah that’s sick gang
yeah that’s taliban, throwin’ 4’s up
what the f-ck you mean? 4’s in my cup
do you know what’s up, yeah i do this b-tch
and you know i really do this sh-t
shinin’ check my f-cking wrist
shinin’ check my f-cking b-tch
pull up and threw a hit, might remix a brick
you don’t know sh-t, so why you sayin’ sh-t?
you ain’t never been in no real situations
my n-ggas tote semi’s, that’s a situation
what you know about the dope gang nation? (plug!)
dope running past, know we made it sad
got it f-ckin’ bad, now it’s f-ckin’ bad
no basketball, but i made it clap
off the f-ckin’ wall, ten toes down
n-gga, you ain’t no real n-gga, you ain’t no f-ckin’ hound
my n-ggas blood hounds, i f-ck with crips too
and i f-ck with bd’s and ’em gd’s
vice lords too, real n-ggas though
and you know we get it for the low
we don’t f-ck with dirty hoes
kick them b-tches out the door
b-tches gotta go, i ain’t gon’ never go (never)

- ysb og

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