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letra de aint got time - yung sinn & young nudy

[intro: yung sinn]
sinn
(t–zyontheboards)
hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
hmm, hmm, hmm, the menace
hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm

[chorus: yung sinn]
jumped off the porch with no guns but i’ma still break in (yeah)
them bushes outside your house, yeah, i was sittin’ right in there, waitin’
big brother spinnin’ if you try a thing (frrt)
we pop the hotbox in apartment, finna [?], he play
he ran up on the scene, he got some heart, that lil’ n-gga brave
my gun raw, ruger, smashed his ass on the f-ckin’ play (every day)
i f-cked that ho like same time, she still can’t call me bae (slatt)
we ain’t goin’ for sh-t, we ain’t cuffin’ nothin’, i ain’t got time today (yung sinn)
[verse 1: yung sinn]
real deal crossover, i can shoot a n-gga how they shoot a three (yeah)
i jump in the water head first, i ain’t even usin’ my feet (that’s bool)
these n-ggas peons, i’ma put the lil’ b-tch on fleek (yeah)
walked down with like three guns, we ain’t goin’ for nothin’ my g (please)
yeah, yeah
i’m with the whole set (spinnin’)
whole game and now a n-gga done played, this out of the deal (stupid)
yeah, we speedin’
bought the coupe, the mountcrest (skrr)
you don’t shoot from neiman (yeah)
i got a shooter complex (grrah)
got out, i was tweakin’ (yeah), i might rob you for your rolex (uh)
n-gga, it’s that season, we gon’ sn-tch his ass up out that ‘vette
these n-ggas stupid, we gon’ play with that young n-gga, just like chess (p-ssy)
i know some colombians, they cuttin’ throats from neck to neck (yeah)
we done slid on a lot of sh-t, we ain’t gon’ say sh-t (no rap)
i stood ten in the cell, i’m just gon’ keep it a brick (no cap)
he ain’t my kin, i’ma drive down on his ass with chris (yeah)
big cartier lens, i can still see the hatin’ b-tch (uh)
that n-gga gon’ tell
so i just pole’d up, got the drank from atl (a vibe)
that n-gga died from a greywound ’cause he was frail (yeah)
yeah, all-star soldiers, livin’ in [?] (bliss, bliss)
yeah, all-star shooter, givin’ ’em h-ll (yeah, yeah)
[chorus: yung sinn & young nudy]
jumped off the porch with no guns but i’ma still break in (yeah)
them bushes outside your house, yeah, i was sittin’ right in there, waitin’
big brother spinnin’ if you try a thing (frrt)
we pop the hotbox in apartment, finna [?], he play
he ran up on the scene, he got some heart, that lil’ n-gga brave
my gun raw, ruger, smashed his ass on the f-ckin’ play (every day)
i f-cked that ho like same time, she still can’t call me bae (slatt, huh?)
we ain’t goin’ for sh-t, we ain’t cuffin’ nothin’, i ain’t got time today (yung sinner, uh-huh, big slime)

[verse 2: young nudy]
i’m [?] the draco, big j body slime (draco)
my own crush, i’m whippin’ still
man, i watch it break your ass in h-ll (spinnin’)
stay on the block, you know i stay posted, east atlanta my hood (my hood)
stay in the trench, that’s all the time, they say, “slimeball, you shine” (you shine, yeah, uh, yeah)
i guess i’m doin’ some sh-t they never could (they couldn’t)
i guess i’m touchin’ more money these n-ggas ever have (ever have)
i remember i was down in dirt and ooh, i was on my ass (on my ass)
promise you (i promise you)
that these folks will never understand (i swear)
i keep it real (promise you), i keep it silent, shut up in a brick (yeah)
you need me? i come with my stick (word)
i’ll never leave you out to dry, unless you n-gga not my twin (f-ck you)
i don’t fake kick it, not my friend (nah, ha, for real)
we gon’ cross ’em out, that’s out the end (we gon’ cross ’em out, that’s out the end)
when i plot, you know i plot to win (you know i plot, you know i plot to win)
if it’s smoke with me, somebody gotta die ’cause it’ll never end (it’ll never end)
i’m gon’ k!ll your ass, n-gga (yeah)
then i’ll [?] on me, n-gga (gone, n-gga)
i don’t, i don’t understand nothin’ else, on god (for real)
i’m gon’ smoke that n-gga
[chorus: yung sinn]
jumped off the porch with no guns but i’ma still break in
them bushes outside your house, yeah, i was sittin’ right in there, waitin’
big brother spinnin’ if you try a thing
we pop the hotbox in apartment, finna [?], he play
he ran up on the scene, he got some heart, that lil’ n-gga brave
my gun raw, ruger, smashed his ass on the f-ckin’ play
i f-cked that ho like same time, she still can’t call me bae
we ain’t goin’ for sh-t, we ain’t cuffin’ nothin’, i ain’t got time today

- yung sinn young nudy

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