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letra de crash - yung bbq

[hook: yung bbq]
bbq back with some heat, bbq boutta go crazy and tear up this beat
every battle ends in defeat, so why do i still end up bringing the fleet
bbq back with some heat, bbq boutta go crazy and tear up this beat
every battle ends in defeat, so why do i still end up bringing the fleet

[verse 1: yung bbq]
d-mn i did it again, i won again, had fun again, felt young again
wait well i’m still young
flow so wet off the tongue
they hate on me but that’s not what they sung
but i’m not here to cause a riot
i’m so good i can’t deny it
flow is knotty, ’til i untie it
gravity hold me down, then i defy it
like what? d-mn
bbq got a hammer in his hand
bbq got some money and some f-cking land
bbq eatin’ and it’s not f-ckin’ bland
[?] this isn’t what bbq planned
to happen b-tch i’m trappin’ overlappin’ while they tappin
like what’s happening? what’s good
you still in the hood, you think i should
chop him like some wood just like robin hood (ay, what)
bbq back on the beat
bbq back on the street
bbq back with the fleet
semi on me tweet my gang won’t ever cheat
i’ll make you delete my flow is so sweet
then you wanna take a bite
posted like i’m mike and ike
b-tch you thought, i’m yellin’ sike

[hook: yung bbq]
bbq back with some heat, ’bout to go crazy and tear up this beat
every battle ends in defeat, so why do i still end up bringing the fleet
bbq back with some heat, bbq about to go crazy and tear up this beat
every battle ends in defeat, so why do i still end up bringing the fleet

[verse 2: yung bbq]
it’s verse 2, sh-t’s brand new (uh, what?)
new flow they didn’t know that i could do it
now i prove it (ay, what)
so you ask, that you f-ckin’ move it
okay, now i’m back
in the all-white cadillac
sittin’ in the front, countin’ ’bout a hundred stacks (yeah, yeah)
yeah i gotta flex, that’s just how i do it (yeah, yeah)
yeah i gotta flex, ’cause my sh-t’s brand new
everytime they hit my line like: “can i get a shoutout?”
and i feel like ybn, ’cause my haters bounce out
when i got that number 5, my phone buzzin’ like the high
sh-t’ll chop you up, feel the opps they lock you up
so when they done with you, i’m finna have to sock you up

- yung bbq

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