lirik lagu yn jay - ladadada
(intro sample)
money is not everything, it’s the only thing
yaaah!
sh~t!
ay!
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(verse 1)
this is not no dog sh~t, this a f~cking gat, hey
this b~tch sellin’ cat, she gon’ f~ck for gas, hey
(mumbling ad~lib) she wanna f~ck the rapper
hey, she know i’m coochie man, she wanna f~ck a rapper
(mumbling ad~lib) you a f~cking capper, hey
heeey, hmmmm
(mumbling ad~lib)
i turned around, shooting, got me busting backwards
who dropped the airtag in this car? this ain’t no f~cking tracker, hey
you know when i pull up, you ain’t even f~cking ‘llowed to ask for sh~t, hmm
her friends get to slackin’, makе me bust twice
hey, i thought shе wanted me, she wanna f~ck mike
like how these b~tches pray? they only bust twice
he scared to hit the club, i got him drunk twice
we went to the club for one night, but i got drunk twice
i only bought two cups ’cause that mean i’m drunk twice
blah~blu~blah~blu~blah~blu~blah~blu~blu
hey, she gave me a pen and told me sign her coochie
(chorus)
la~da~da~da (yeah!)
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(verse 2)
you know i’m pullin’ up and i’m with tay roc
you know you gotta bring your friend ’cause i’m with 8 roc
aye, you know you gotta have a friend for little d, hey
you know that ho you love, man, she in love with me
you know i’m jumpin’ in, if it’s my brother b
you know this ain’t your block, this is my brother’s street, hey
you know this ain’t my gun, this my brother’s heat
aye, you know we pullin’ up when we a hunnid deep
why the f~ck you trying to race me? you can’t run with me
aye, i’m finna walk you down, you better not run from me
this b~tch pulled up to my office and ate lunch with me, aye
beat a n~gga ass, you can’t punch with me
and we can put the gloves on and go behind the crib
i get to beefin’, get real, i’m at your mama crib
this n~gga got a car but he ain’t got a crib
he got shot below his chest, now he ain’t got no ribs
like how i got a son and i ain’t got no kids?
and babies can’t come to my house cause i don’t like your kids
they bad as h~ll
they always doin’ somethin’, got me mad as h~ll, aye
n~gga did ten, got out, and went back to jail
you must like the jail, you must like your cell
this n~gga f~cked his custo, you must like yourself
i call bro phone, i didn’t write no mail
he had a phone in jail
i’m finna call a demon, i ain’t know that they had phones in h~ll
i walked past your b~tch, she got a whiff of my cologne smell
this n~gga boomin’ dope out his crib, he make home sales
(chorus)
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