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YN Jay

Drake N Josh

 

Drake N Josh

(альбом: Drake N Josh - 2022)


[YN Jay:]
(Lorenz, don't stop)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
You know what I'm sayin'? You gotta understand, man
Like I'm getting tired of saying the same shit over and you not under—
Damn

Tired of saying the same shit and you still don't get it
Lil' freak bitch probably got the best pussy in the world, but I still won't hit it
'Cause that bitch be fucking everybody in the motherfucking city, what the fuck?
Bitch fucked everybody in every hood
Even if I tried to teach this bitch the game, she still won't get it
Even if I tried to airball, shit, I still won't miss it
Tried to tell your ass ten times, you still don't get it

Nigga, I tried to teach you over and over and over, nigga
You must not be listening

You don't listen when I'm speaking, shit, I'm done talking
'Member when I bought my first car like, "I'm done walkin'"
Ten grams in a Backwood got the lungs coughing
If it's up there, it's stuck there, now the guns talking
Ayy, now the guns barking
I done smoked a whole pound of motherfucking Coochie Runtz, got the lungs talking
Nigga out here rapping just like me, that's my son charting
Nigga thought I had a pitbull, that's my son barking

[RMC Mike:]
Nigga thought I had the bubble guts, that's my gun farting
Six hoes came here for me, this my son party
Battery dead on my old-school, gotta jumpstart it
Okay, you dropped a tape, but sick as hell 'cause it's uncharted
You can't walk in without a strap, this a gun party
Drink a fifth and rap my ass off, I'm a drunk artist
Damn, I think his blood starving
Took an AR from my lieutenant, I'm like, "What up, sergeant?"
Lil' bro scamming like a bitch, he blew up Target
He made it big doing a song with us, we blew up artist
You think I'm lying, you can ask the nigga
I need my bitch hard to find like an action figure
Sick as hell lil' bro just went to jail for racketeering
My white boy fucked up, he went home and tried to whack his parents

Damn, like
Nah, like, you really went home and tried to kill your parents?
Fuck be wrong with these niggas?

I don't get it
But if I'm staring at your bitch, then I hit it
I got a thing for popping Percs and fucking fine women
Oh, she don't like fat niggas, bet I change her mind in it
I hit her hard and bust fast, couldn't waste no time in it

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