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m.r.g (wingteam) - yerrr (a dub) lyrics

[intro: mrg]
ay sweeze you gon’ have to bring the nutcrackers out
it’s finna be a real hot summer
hey most i ain’t have one of them sh-ts in like three years
ay grizz here, moose here, the energy just different when the whole clique connect
it’s been a minute, it’s like the reunion
check it

[verse 1: mrg]
it’s been a minute, let’s get it, how you living
i’m chillin, chillin, pour me up, feeling like sippin
ugh, pump the speakers and peep this ‘cause this my thesis
silence critics even leave tourette’s n-ggas speechless
and i love my kush seedless like the knicks during playoff time
ya some haters who just stay online
ya frontin, hollering hiding behind computer screens
commenting on sh-t like how to live life if you were me, ugh
and i been rocking that 2 and 3
i don’t give a f-ck ya n-ggas be like “who is he?”
but who is you girl? let’s kick it on the weekend
i hit her in the dm, she said let’s just be friends
‘till she heard my music, now i hit her in the pm
sometimes in the am, turn that thing into a deep end
it’s been 3 weeks now she want me to call her wifey
like my n-gga gabe said girl you talking spicy
said she in love with the platano
i’m from the apple, that sh-t rotten though
you was my brother mi hermano yo
you turned disloyal and started plotting though…

[hook: mrg]
“mostwanted!” – that’s the plug though
no line straight to the front yo
you be in the club like where the love though?
get the f-ck away from my table you a dub bro

[verse 2: mrg]
you a fraud, oh god
you ain’t got bread
look i tell em like nas said –
don’t hate me, hate the b-tches i smash, figures i stash
never leeching dog all my n-ggas get cash
i look in the mirror and i see a kid in the gl-ss, i grin and just laugh
overcame my l’s and left that sh-t in the past
just a light skin version of dad
hope the boys don’t stop and frisk my dominican -ss
look everything’s good long as my mom’s chillin
shout to jaden i’m a young icon living
plotting for the throne got that kilmonger feeling
trying to save my people but they label me a villain
yankee fitted, timbs on while i record this
“yerrr!” (yerrr), i’m on my new york sh-t
mixed n-gga, used to be worth like four fifths
westvilla, me and d. white want forbes list
yeah, shout my brother he just came home
been like three years, it ain’t the same home
been a minute, got to get him crown fried
ayo flex! this what new york sound like

[hook: mrg & cristion d’or):
“mostwanted!” – that’s the plug though
no line straight to the front yo
you be in the club like where the love though?
get the f-ck away from my table you a dub bro

[verse 3: cristion d’or]
all that foreign talk you ain’t about none
these jr smith n-ggas is losing thinking they up one
i just left starlets was throwing up ones
bought a couple bottles this morning, i threw up one, huh?
you clout chasers is on your own
i could sell two bricks in that waiting room on parole
hustling is an addiction just for the soul
and that’s just something i never sold
told y’all i’m in rare form it’s a different cristion
y’all in y’all bag ‘till ya get zipped up in it
a lyrical k!lling dime que hago?
de torra polo flow, caso cerrado
so tell el mundo, that n-ggas no tan en bulto
i can take a private jet while bumping just to farruko
your b-tch threw me the culo
pac with the nose ring n-gga, i got the jugo

[hook: mrg]
“mostwanted!” – that’s the plug though
no line straight to the front yo
you be in the club like where the love though?
get the f-ck away from my table you a dub bro

- m r g wingteam lyrics

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