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letra de street code - yxungking

we tryna be yxung kings
all that other sh-t played out

double cupped up, jeans with the cuts
bottom double cuffed up
lookin′ for a model who i can cuff up
i wonder if them bronx b-tches let me holler
a bunch of str-ppers or beauticians from the beauty parlor
a couple scammers boostin’ prada, dolce and gabbana
i′m finna squad up, hit the mob, and call up all my partners
i die my young bull, it was young lord, seven knocker
i might head to hoop, rather party next to yonkers

real money cool with all the h-es, g sh-t, be sh-t
crip n-ggas came with these snips
i go, detour, snuck the heat in
it was ladies’ nights uptown on the weekend
so they drink for free
think of g when you think of me
n-ggas play pimpin’, i ain′t into make believe
syrup sippin′ way before the make believe
b-tches in the place to be
i wonder where to take to make ’em shake for me
i′m a motherf-ckin’ g
a-dollar sign, a-dollar-a-p, uh
hunnid gold t–th and a hunnid gold t–th
i was young, and i was hung
and i was runnin′ in the streets, that’s g
meet my motherf-ckin′ peeps
wake up in the morning, brush my f-ckin’ t–th, go freeze
before the other n-ggas throw sleeves
n-gga run the streets we don’t run from police
that′s g

wayside, on the east side, got my hands tied
no time to be inside wasting my time
we′ll slide into nighttime when my n-ggas ride

double cupped up, jeans with the cuts
bottom double cuffed up
lookin’ for a model who i can cuff up
i wonder if them bronx b-tches let me holler
a bunch of str-ppers or beauticians from the beauty parlor
a couple scammers boostin′ prada, dolce and gabbana
i’m finna squad up, hit the mob, and call up all my partners
i die my young bull, it was young lord, seven knocker
i might head to hoop, rather party next to yonkers

real money cool with all the h-es, g sh-t, be sh-t
crip n-ggas came with these snips
i go, detour, snuck the heat in
it was ladies′ nights uptown on the weekend
so they drink for free
think of g when you think of me
n-ggas play pimpin’, i ain′t into make believe
syrup sippin’ way before the make believe
b-tches in the place to be
i wonder where to take to make ’em shake for me
i′m a motherf-ckin′ g
a-dollar sign, a-dollar-a-p, uh
hunnid gold t–th and a hunnid gold t–th
i was young, and i was hung
and i was runnin’ in the streets, that′s g

- yxungking

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