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letra de beat it - yung tray

[hook]
see baby i’m a soldier and a motherf-cking villain
you know that i’mma snap because i motherf-cking feel it
she wanted me to smash i’m tryna take off like a rocket
i had to show my ass they like yung tray you need to stop it
aye, bringing heat home vibing
on the f-cking beat i get to motherf-cking wilding
on the f-cking scene b-tch i’m motherf-cking styling
i ain’t hearing sh-t you talking ’bout you sounding childish
h-lla glocks b-tch they come without a holster
selling out p-ssy n-gga you’s a joker
i remember hitting l!cks with the poker
i told my baby girl i’m thugging ’til it’s over
run down with that cash ’cause i need it
i’m forever hungry n-gga but not greedy
out in traffic you can catch a n-gga speeding
like michael jackson told that p-ssy hoe to beat it
[verse 1]
shawty f-cking with the kid ’cause i’m the realest
how i’m rapping to this sh-t you gotta feel it
ain’t no p-ssy in my crew we really with it
test a n-gga in that [?] i get to spinning
i know some n-ggas water whipping aye
they keep the glock up in the kitchen aye
and when they up it ain’t no missing aye
a bag on your head collect the ticket aye
hold up jit what you on
my youngins reckless they still riding with the stone
scored the house came up off of everything they own
i’m [?] fly but in the section with the drums
i hit my knees and pray i know i ain’t living right
i made the little hoe go find a better life
i [?] was running with my n-ggas in the night
i ride with them zombies if you cut you getting sliced
back then they ain’t want me they was cracking jokes and hating
now they all on me hoes they wanna have my baby
i went to laughing and i looked at them like they crazy
i’m smoking gas i think they got it from jamaicans
it can go down ’cause we ‘gon crank up like a motor
smell like a pound and [???] what is that odor
we in this b-tch i’m turning up they can’t control us
i’m with my n-gga my girl probably think i’m hoeing
[hook]
see baby i’m a soldier and a motherf-cking villain
you know that i’mma snap because i motherf-cking feel it
she wanted me to smash i’m tryna take off like a rocket
i had to show my ass they like yung tray you need to stop it
aye, bringing heat home vibing
on the f-cking beat i get to motherf-cking wilding
on the f-cking scene b-tch i’m motherf-cking styling
i ain’t hearing sh-t you talking ’bout you sounding childish
h-lla glocks b-tch they come without a holster
selling out p-ssy n-gga you’s a joker
i remember hitting l!cks with the poker
i told my baby girl i’m thugging ’til it’s over
run down with that cash ’cause i need it
i’m forever hungry n-gga but not greedy
out in traffic you can catch a n-gga speeding
like michael jackson told that p-ssy hoe to beat it

- yung tray

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