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letra de untitled song - yungsirclout

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[intro]

my n-gga deltah in the box!

no way jose

[verse 1]
hey mr. fishi, yeah that’s my n-gga (yeah)
these stupid n-ggas talkin so my hand on the trigger (on the trigger)
now she all on me cuz i’m wearing hilfiga
she just want the money (yeah) she a gold digga (aye)

get up off your -ss and chase your f-cking dream (dream)
i know i’m chasing mine i did it solo i don’t need a team (nope)
shorty she my drug, so i don’t need the lean (slurp)
can these n-ggas f-ck up off me fore i get the beam

[verse 2]
f-ckin wit my n-ggas then your -ss getting beat (aye)
f-ckin with g delly then im gonna get the fleet (fleet)
don’t know who he f-ckin with b-tch take seat (a seat)
it became scene cuz we f-ckin k!lled the f-ckin beat (aye!)

some n-ggas be snitches and some n-ggas be snakes (aye)
like 2 ww’s and a e it’s fakes (fakes)
caught the n-gga lackin he keep makin mistakes (aye)
swerving really fast no such things as brakes (yeah)

i’m smokin on this pound til my vision go blurry (ooo)
i came with the laser beam so call me bill murray
i wanna have fun i don’t wanna worry (nope)
i just wanna f-ck, (yeah) yeah i’m in a hurry

[verse 3]
if you do some f-ck sh-t i’m finna throw hands
watch who you talking to you can see the bands
you can’t even talk n-gga you don’t have the fans
she gon do me better then you and you her mans

shorty came over and you know we not bouta cuddle
i don’t even care n-gga you know that i’m not subtle
diamonds all around my neck lookin like a f-ckin puddle
and my n-ggas always wit me we got a plan we finna huddle

hit em hard he finna fumble
talking tough we finna rumble
i pull up, now he mumble
like a cookie gonna crumble

stand my ground if he want trouble
don’t want one i wanna double
that -ss its fat like a bubble
i’m gon smash you see the rubble

he won’t drop the addy cuz he know i won’t hesitate
even when i fail i manage to be great
thought you had a n-gga you still hit up my f-ckin mate
f-ck out my face b-tch cuz yo -ss is h-lla late
you know my n-ggas bangin, we swerving on the interstate
cuz that’s my gang n-gga you lil n-ggas can’t relate

focus on my future and gettin all this guala
blowin all my money then i’m crashing the impala

- yungsirclout

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