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letra de miss me - yvngcomeup

[hook]
back in the day used to call me a clown
don’t hang with me now you was never around
your b-tch on my line know i got to sl-t her out
might drown in them waters she giving me mouth
she sucking me soft want to go another round
we roll with big steppers leave dents in the ground
talked down on my name now he up in the clouds
i set a new high and they want me to crouch
through all of the hate never thought you would doubt
i kept it true because i’m the realist around
i cut her off and now she missing me now
spend hundreds fifties like it’s never a drought
her head too sloppy i got guns in the couch
we run the city boy you know what we about
trying to get a million ain’t got time to slouch
(run it up, run it up)
(i need the bag right now, i need the bag)

[verse]
stop the plotting i just go off my fate
i take her shopping just to show that we straight
she want attention but i’m stuck on my bank
them panties dropping if you here at my place
my main be jealous but she knowing her place
that girl a eater i can’t do dinner dates
(ho ho ho)
trying make a mil and they holding me down
i been through the drought and they loving me now
i’m trying make a mil and they holding me down
i been through the drought and they loving me now
i’m going be the greatest i’m taking the crown
she claiming she love me she caught in the clout
on road to the top no you not on my route
been trying to sh-t on me on numerous accounts

[hook]
back in the day used to call me a clown
don’t hang with me now you was never around
your b-tch on my line know i got to sl-t her out
might drown in them waters she giving me mouth
she sucking me soft want to go another round
we roll with big steppers leave dents in the ground
talked down on my name now he up in the clouds
i set a new high and they want me to crouch
through all of the hate never thought you would doubt
i kept it true because i’m the realist around
i cut her off and now she missing me now
spend hundreds fifties like it’s never a drought
her head too sloppy i got guns in the couch
we run the city boy you know what we about
trying to get a million ain’t got time to slouch
[outro]
might drown in them waters she giving me mouth
she sucking me soft want to go another round
i kept it true because i’m the realist around
i cut her off and now she missing me now
spend hundreds fifties like it’s never a drought
her head too sloppy i got guns in the couch
we run the city boy you know what we about
trying to get a million ain’t got time to slouch

(comeup)
(gifted n-ggas)

- yvngcomeup

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