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letra de too many times - yung bans

[intro]
and then the smoke got me
that be maaly raw!
aye, aye, aye, yeah

[chorus]
they tryna’ take me for the ride
you in this game, it’s do or die
been havin’ dreams ’bout suicide
can’t spread my wings, won’t let me fly
and i done seen my momma cry
aye, too many times
i was young, i was blind
couldn’t read between the lines
now a n-gg- worldwide
and i know my fans gon’ die for me
they gon’ die for me, they gon’ die for me
they gon’ die for me, they gon’ die for me
they gon’ die for me (yeah), they gon’ die for me
they gon’ die for me, they gon’ die for me
they gon’ die for me, they gon’ die for me
they gon’ die for me, they gon’ die for me
they gon’ die for me, they gon’ die for me

[verse 1]
got paranoia cause you reachin’ for that blick, blick
shorty come here and suck this d-ck, i don’t want no lip, ho’ you see this drip
blue hunnids’ on me, b-tch you know i’m a crip
pop me a perc, and i’m takin a lift
jump in that p-ssy, it’s just like a rift
soar in the sky, gliders [?]
yea, yea, smoke a n-gg- like a cig
yea, yea, skinny n-gg- but i’m big
yea, yea, hit the block, get it in
yea, yea, f-ck an addict, get revenge
yea, yea, hit it hoe, pull her wig
yea, yea, i-i feel like a reaper, grave dig
yeah, yeah, foreign silent n-gg-s, no my n-gg-s never tell
free [?] trill, they done gave my brother h-ll

[chorus]
you in this game, it’s do or die
been havin’ dreams ’bout suicide
can’t spread my wings, won’t let me fly
i done seen my momma cry
aye, too many times
i was young, i was blind
couldn’t read between the lines
now a n-gg- worldwide
and i know my fans gon’ die for me
they gon’ die for me, they gon’ die for me
they gon’ die for me, they gon’ die for me
they gon’ die for me (yeah), they gon’ die for me
they gon’ die for me-

[intro]
bugz on the beat

[chorus]
i hope these habits don’t turn into suicide
i feel the pain, i gotta utilize
you with the gang, it ain’t no switchin’ sides
cause i done seen this sh-t too many times, too many times, too many times

[verse 2]
aye, gang talk, this that gang talk
pop these pills, they are prescription just to take the pain off
7.62 hit like missiles, it’ll blow your brain out
put that lil’ boy in the blender, wipe a n-gg- stain off
i’ll die for all my n-gg-s, i can never change up
k!ll a k!ller, ride with pistols, that’s just how we came up
elliot diamonds look like skittles, i just got my chain buss
screamin’ “f-ck all y’all n-gg-s”, ya’ll ain’t show no love to us
ridin’ with [?], aim it for his tip top
f-ckin’ on his lil’ thot, she gon’ make that p-ssy pop
speed it up, then make it stop, bussin’ down all on her crotch
left him lookin’ like some [?]
murder man, they took his watch
sippin’ on some dirty wok, i just popped like thirty rocks
they know i don’t milly rock, y’all n-gg-s jus’ gon get the guap
say you get money, but who did you k!ll?
huh, look at my palms, they itchin’
she want chanel, i’m going to get it
f-ck [?]

- yung bans

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