lirik lagu yn jay – rey mysterio
[intro: yn jay]
(it’s a wayne beat)
hold on
[verse 1: yn jay]
i just pulled up with dogsh~t, look like hogsh~t
i just shoot my shot from the three, it was all wrist
i just hit her on my tippy~toes, she a tall b~tch
i probably got your b~tch number on my call list
make your b~tch wait for two hours, on my stall sh~t
keep a shotgun behind the counter, on my paw sh~t
cross a n~gga up like i’m chris, on my paul sh~t
hah, why you do that, jay?
b~tch let me f~ck because i’m, yeah, ’cause i’m the coochie man
hah
walked in with my coochie friends, it’s a coochie group
b~tch, i don’t wanna get no head, what that coochie do?
ooh~ah
i’ll get to growlin’ in this b~tch like a lion do
.223s make your car stop like a siren do
b~tch, your eye keep twitchin’, who you lyin’ to?
you ain’t know i had a record label? who you signin’ to?
when i’m in the kitchen, i be cookin’, think i’m fryin’ food
i don’t takе pictures, when i shoot, i need a stabilizer
how you hit thе road with no money? you can’t pay a driver
i’ll tie a p~ssy n~gga up with a cable wire
[verse 2: rio da yung og]
i just got into it with my lil’ b~tch ’cause i came inside her
i’ma pull up in a long white van like a cable driver
we really bite, we don’t bark, you an ankle~biter
tryna redecorate my new crib, i went table shoppin’
ain’t been on big beaver in a minute, i’m on maple shoppin’
yeah, you know i had to hit revive
drop thirty shots and spin around, see if he still alive
i got tremendous aim with the glock, i can hit a fly
hit a lame n~gga in the top with the chop, he got his sk!llet fried
i’ll get to poppin’ everywhere like when chicken fryin’
the plug just threw me one bird, it’s a chicken flyin’
baby, stop tryna touch my d~ck, four~nickel by it
grab the best pot out granny kitchen, drop a zip inside it
[verse 3: yn jay & rio da yung og]
f~ckin’ this b~tch real good, you see my hip providin’
seventeen in each pocket, you see a brick divided
i ain’t prepare to hit the n~gga in his head, i had to improvise
this is my 2020 ‘lac, this is not enterprise’s
i might drop an amg truck and let my b~tch drive it
whip my d~ck out in the dark, let my b~tch find it
my b~tch cheated, i wasn’t trippin’, uh~uh, uh~uh
my b~tch cheatin’, i wasn’t, uh
my b~tch cheated, i wasn’t trippin’, but she poured my drank out, i was finna fight her
i done f~cked every b~tch in michigan ’cause i trick sometimes
i don’t wanna f~ck when i’m off lean ’cause i get tired
light a n~gga up, one strike, that’s a big lighter
i really like to break down, but i sold a brick one time
cars just came in the mail from the 619
shot two hoes fightin’ at the club, the big one died
asked me why i drink a lot of cough syrup, ’cause i be sick sometimes
i ain’t never sold no (ah)
i ain’t never sold no (roof), but i sold a pill one time
i don’t know rey mysterio, but i’ma 619
i need to buy a rolex ’cause i forget my time
i can’t forget my iron, iron (hah)
alright, yeah
i don’t got on rico clothes, i can’t forget my iron
i can’t leave my people at the bottom, can’t forget my tribe
b~tch asked me what’s my zodiac? don’t forget my sign
funny as h~ll talkin’ to my b~tch, i forget my lie
[interlude: rio da yung og]
yeah, let me tell you
alright, multitask when i went in, when i went
alright, multitask when i, ah
i could roll
i could roll a blunt
alright, watch this
[verse 4: rio da yung og]
i could roll a blunt, text my b~tch, drive, and shoot the stick
take the pill, r disturb her peace, no ludacris
i just took a bougie b~tch to bucharest
you probably hit me up last night, but i ain’t see the text
my jeweler said i can’t get another chain ’cause he need some rest
[outro: rio da yung og]
ah, let me up, i need to stretch
f~ck her with my gun in my hand, havin’ evil s~x
f~ck, her, yeah
her bad~ass son touched my palm angels shirt, now i got cheeto prints
yeah
burn the scene up after i bust, they ain’t see no prints, man
and i’ll throw a— ball on my tebow sh~t, alright
f~ck around and have to— the pizza man, on my t.o. sh~t, ooh
and i’ll drop a n~gga every tuesday, on my p.o. sh~t, n~gga, yeah
and i got my chain from golden sun, let me see your sh~t
yeah, and thirty racks for the watch, let me see your wrist, yeah
n~gga, and i only drink wock’, you can keep your tris, yeah
and just sent me ten lines of that, you can keep your six, alright
y’all n~ggas don’t be on sh~t, yeah
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