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letra de that's rad! - yung modem

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[intro:]
yeah, yung modem out here again they ask why i do it
i’m in these, i’m in these streets, it’s for, it’s for the kids, the children

[verse 1: yung modem]:
ok i’m in the track and the bag imma chase
met her last wednesday and she give me face
i pray to myself when i’m saying my grace
murder the track and we murder the b-ss

cup imma fill it ain’t new cuz i did it
you do not compare to me cook with the sk!llet
hop out the whip and it’s foggy like d-mn
clear and lil shorty been waiting a minute

i hit up a lady like show me the bob
tweaking all on me like mining with mods
run up the cash like duluth stack a log
i see a band when i’m clearing the fog

syke you got pranked i got non or the top
kicked outta work cuz i slept on the job
boy you are built like a chicken kabab
i eat the beat like it’s corn on the cob

don’t try to play with my boy you get mobbed
get all the coochie like rex i’m a dog
can’t afford weed so we licking a frog
step to me breaking your knee with the rod

i look like undercooked noodles were mexican
still i got some hoes and 3 of them excellent
nah i ain’t trappin but sh-t i am close
trap in the trap but me i’m standing next to it

i used to smoke even though i had asthma
i can’t rap a bar or a verse or a stanza
i basically die when i try to breathe normally
use my inhaler when i get my gas up

whipping the foreign well sh-t man i would be
can’t afford chips with a sub or cookie
i don’t don’t even think i broke even with rapping
i don’t even care bet like a bookie

[verse 2: young zion 6600]

young, dusty compadre (yeah)

pull up with the gang and pull up with the loot
if you touch my boy modem we all finna shoot
had to the gucci the sweater and louis the shoes
hit the booth beat the track and go count up them blues

that boy zion gon blow he gon be on the news
hit the ladies in 2’s
brand new foreign go “vroom”

makin hits in the lab you can call me young dexter
created the sauce you can call me professor
i’m getting the green out in texas no farmer
ran off with your girl cuz my music was hotter

i’m leading the generation i’m ya father
i’m smooth as a b-tch swoop in and take your daughter
respect her so good she let me take it farther
at the crib on the floor she told me n-gg- harder! (but, i’m not gonna speak about that story. sorry angela uh)

zion and mexican yeah that’s no fax machine
hit after hit push em out that’s a masterpiece
they tryna catch up yeah i know they all after me
zion and modem we do this sh-t masterfully

i’m tired of honda i bought me a porsche
i’m ahead of the game n-gg- look at the score
that’s no more in car n-gg- look at those doors
at home ashing blunts on my new marble floor

umm, i wrote this in ten minutes, umm, i hope that, uhh, it’s worth the grammy nomination. i personally believe i briefed you all on some unspoken issues taking place in our country and i deserve something for waking you all up

uhh, aight whatever

- yung modem

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