lifes bad enough – yankee with no brim lyrics
[i had charm: verse]
gun on my f+ckin hip, got a yankee with no brim
shot up on that n+gga’s son, now that n+gga lookin dumb
n+ggas lie to my f+cking face, p+ssy n+gga sing like drake
shot ‘em with the f+cking drake, now my shoes are f+cking laced
p+ssy n+gga put your hand down, p+ssy n+gga put your hand down
look at my drum sound
ayy n+gga whatchu want, p+ssy n+gga really a punk
[lifes bad enough: verse]
p+ssy n+gga really a punk, but i really don’t give a f+ck
whatchu want, no brim, he want me to take his sone
ayy n+gga’s really wanna f+cking fight, come on n+gga i don’t bite
p+ssy n+gga get outta my sight, p+ssy n+gga tryna be like mike
ayy yankee with no brim i’ll shoot him in his lip
now that n+gga lookin dumb while i’m rocking nike flips ayy
n+gga don’t want the sauce, lookin dirty go floss
makin music like a boss, lil n+gga you lost
ayy lil n+gga hear the gun sound, lil n+gga better run now
or my gun gon go blow!
is that what you want, is that what you want?
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