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letra de i admit it - yung kweez

(yea yea yea) (i admit it, i admit it, i admit it)

(chorus)
100 plays off the iphone - plug drop a hunnid bricks, we gon get em gone – if he playing bout that bread then his head gone – veteran with that glock like i’m jason bourne yea
do not disturb, b-tch leave me alone yea – hunnid facetime calls when she need a loan yea – yea she got too attached and she make it known yea – only use her for the neck, i admit i’m wrong –

only use her for the neck i admit i’m wrong yea – i admit it, i admit it, i admit it

(verse)
i admit it, i still slide to the trenches – on the corner posted with the squad yea my n-ggas – yea, no clowns in my circle only k!llers and them dealers – i ain’t no k!ller but for gang i’ll k!ll ya – i will cut you off when i know i don’t feel you – please don’t p-ss me off when you know i don’t feel you – came out the jungle running wild with gorillas – hop in the field making plays like the steelers

still gon pop my sh-t even though they don’t feel me – i just told that b-tch, she can never meet the real me – when i was down n-ggas never showed me sympathy – now they on my d-ck cause i’m getting to the blue cheese
trapping in a foreign, see the feds then i’m switching gears – keep the demons with me, they got glizzy’s in they monclers – drum be holding 50, make a move then you gon die here – bad b-tch gon f-ck me but she cannot stay the night here

back woods, h-lla dope – smoking on that antidote – get the cheese like domino’s – and break it down with all my folks – choppa hold a telescope – it go live like periscope – tell me you a friend or foe – might be snaking on the low

while you was stalling, i’m evolving, now you wanna see me fall – foreign b-tches out in harlem, i don’t know which one to call – started off small now i gotta give my all – young n-gga ball feeling like the under n-gga

(chorus)
100 plays off the iphone – plug drop a hunnid bricks, we gon get em gone – if he playing bout that bread then his head gone – veteran with that glock like i’m jason bourne yea
do not disturb, b-tch leave me alone yea – hunnid facetime calls when she need a loan yea – yea she got too attached and she make it known yea – only use her for the neck, i admit i’m wrong –

only use her for the neck i admit i’m wrong yea – i admit it, i admit it, i admit it

- yung kweez

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