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letra de shake det - yung sinn

sinn

shake your ass for a spinner, ain’t on no bullsh-t tonight
we done threw ’bout 20,000 ones in this b-tch, but we ain’t buyin’
i done got ’bout 4 pints of hi-tec in this b-tch, i get high
hm, yuh, b-tch i get high

he tried to follow me after the club i had to put my gun in drive
we ain’t locked in, you ain’t my twin, you cannot ever say we tied
if i get on f-ck sh-t and walk the street these n—as gon’ hide
we got the city girls in our penthouse with security outside
try to come and creep up on my b-tch, i’m gon leave you where you tried
i cannot hang around no snitch that’s why i’m stickin’ to the guys
if i find a l!ck im gon’ hit i cannot come dry
you’ll gеt bl!cked, boy you trippin’ you’ll get turned to hot friеs
i’m out in the forest with my momma, she been sippin’ on the wine
got a lot of these wh0res comin’ in fours, we gon’ put they ass in line
my gun be tweakin’, this ain’t no tourist, no silencer
we gon’ make some noises like it’s chorus, you hot in here
why you keep on talkin’ like you could afford it if your payment short
these n—as be real deal p-ssy runnin’ from child support
and i’m still screamin’ out free spoon, but i’m throwin’ forks
and i’m smokin’ za i get high to the moon before i go to court
c-ckroach ass n—a get swept with this broom off my f-ckin’ porch
wakin’ up before school i seen a car i had to steal the ford
i ain’t eatin’ no shrooms i’m still sellin’ trips to [?]
imma play sh-t cool, wet his dumb ass like a pool
shake your ass for a spinner, ain’t on no bullsh-t tonight
we done threw ’bout 20,000 ones in this b-tch, but we ain’t buyin’
i done got ’bout 4 pints of hi-tec in this b-tch, i get high
hm, hm, b-tch i get high

shake that sh-t, big bussin’ (yeah, yeah, yeah)
b-tch, don’t push my b-ttons (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i don’t owe a thing, but imma throw money (yeah)
i’m gon’ hop in this range you think i’m bluffin
shot to the mouth, keep talkin’ that sh-t like you was a puppet
put to the gun to his stomach, i looked his eyes and i ain’t see nothin’
can’t come to my house twin, this ain’t no buddy-buddy
they shakin’ ass in this b-tch, these hoes from compton
she got a watermelon ass booty, i wanna touch somethin’
ain’t n0body took nothin’ from me ’cause i went back and [?]
i walk up in the club 20 deep, hoes singin’ my song
i made that b-tch bounce on the pole, don’t say nothin’
you better not tell ’em nothin’

- yung sinn

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