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letra de stop talkin - ysn marlo

p-ssy n-gga talkin’ on my momma, better stop b-tch
this room it ain’t dirty but i came in with a mop b-tch
hop up out the sprinter with my n-ggas and we drop sh-t
well n-gga we gon shoot today i hope we see a opp

you a b-tch n-gga!
say he wasn’t hungry but i made him eat the clip n-gga
we gon sweep his street up with this broom we keep them sticks n-gga
cashed out on some sneaker just so they could see my drip n-gga
diamonds on my watch and now they lookin at my wrist n-gga

you a b-tch and you said you was a thug
came up from the trenches so we strapped up with these guns
b-tch we got the clip so when i see you please don’t run
i stay with the memor that’s the gang we throw it up
i don’t need a b-tch why the f-ck you trippin’ on a hoe
trap be in backseat and he strapped up with a pole
i don’t need a deal labels get the f-ck up out my phone
stop n-gga when you talkin better watch your f-cking tone

pull up deep
let my uncle free
my car don’t need no keys
p-ssy talkin’ on the net i know these n-ggas don’t want beef
you don’t want a body n-gga you were shotting at his feet
my n-ggas shottin’ for them headshots they knocking out his t–th
we on that gang sh-t we dangerous
and we keep that mac
me and you us have a shootout we gon see who comin back
real n-gga in the face p-ssy n-gga you a rat
and we shooting for the k!ll we in the field just like we jack

ysn we eating get that money then we splittin it
she know that we ysn we hit the room they hittin it
know your b-tch a freak she suck the d-ck up she be l!ckin it
hill up with that cash i bought some sneakers we be kickin sh-t

gettin to much money i been thinking i might drop out
f-cking on your b-tch she say im slanging with my c-ck out
b-tch im turning up when im on stage i like to rock out
l462 yeah thats my n-ggas and we pop out
dare a n-gga try to rob my house im here like kevin a
two phones my n-ggas be trappin like they kevin gates
n-ggas call us swoo we pull up deep we on that gang sh-t
you don’t want problems ask the opps my n-ggas dangerous

f-ck these hoes and then i block they number ain’t no datin
all my n-ggas demons on that h-ll sh-t satan
artists with this two man like da vinci we be paintin
get me in my zone and on my momma bet im raging b-tch

- ysn marlo

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