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letra de school of hardknocks - yung9ine dro

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[verse 1: yung9ine dro]
spin the bend, hit him in his head and watch his roof leak
man, i’m done with the ‘woods, i’m rollin’ all my weed in looseleafs
f-ck building, baby, let me pay for that coochie
man, this the school of hard knocks and i’m a grade-a student
you had your chance to make your name and run it up, but you blew it
and he ain’t roll the window down in time, so i shot right through it
my young n-gga catchin’ b’s, he influenced by the music
she said she can’t stuff the ‘script because she leakin’ out my fluids
my mama always used to tell me i’m a nuisance, now i’m startin’ to believe it
got her number from the ‘gram, f-cked the b-tch then delete her
man, the day the free ri, i might just pour up a liter
these n-ggas don’t set trends, they always follow the leader
just touched down in flint, i hit e like, “where the f-ck is the tris at?”
we we just met, she suckin’ d-ck, she want me to eat her p-ssy, but i don’t know where that sh-t been at
man, i’m an icon with all my ice on, b-tch, i been that
and i knew this b-tch since we was kids, her ass been fat
we up the sko every time we spin so they can’t spin back
she gave me head, i bought her hair, when i get mad, might take her wig back
i shoot the chop with both hands ’cause this b-tch got some kickback
nah

[verse 2: grindhard e]
yeah
k!ll everybody, ain’t no get-back
if it’s up, a grown man might get kidnapped
take a n-gga strap, he gotta buy it if i give it back
i don’t complain about my last loss ’cause i made it back
a lot of money gettin’ made if my face attached
we got a pint we finna drink, we brung an eight to match
n-gga flew from cali with some ‘bows, thought it was ‘za, but it wasn’t, i made him take ’em back
i can’t motherf-ckin’ pay for that
this n-gga crazy, think he ’bout to hit my blunt, but i’m facin’ that
spent four and made six off a ‘bow and i’m straight with that
found out i had a plug, they want a deal, it’s too late for that
it’s the school of hard knocks and i’m ahead of the class
invest it all, you wanna make it back, you gotta spend your last
ain’t sh-t gon’ fall up in your lap, you gotta get up off your ass
ninety-day grind, you go and count the cash, you hearin’—

- yung9ine dro

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