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minority mafia - pilot lyrics

{intro}
arbito crib
andy production
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah(mandal)
woah, woah, woah, woah, woah(mandal)
yeah, yeah, yeah(ready go)

{chorus: yvng curry]
let this beat ride andy, let this f-ckin’ beat ride
you know me and my shorty go on car rides
and she never drives ’cause she hit the curbside
she pull my pants down she get all bug-eyed
after this song drops imma be verified
feel like a forest ’cause i got these people petrified
she used to be my main now she on the f-ckin’ side
walked in, gucci jacket, man it’s a homicide

verse 1: yvng curry
’cause the way i pull up in the foreign, i want all the smoke
honda civic, iced out that’s on the dead locs
used to count up all my checks, now sh-t come d.d
gotta go to college ’cause i applied e.d
way this sh-t setup it’s turned me to a savage
can’t believe they locked up my homie 21 savage
gotta lotta tings but i never ever keep count
my whole life been a d-mn movie, shoutout paramount
’cause b-tch i never freeze
i’m a panther
gotta a few enemies
man i wish em cancer
please excuse me
where are my manners
yvng curry on the beat, and i got f-ckin’ next

chorus:
let this beat ride andy, let this f-ckin’ beat ride
you know me and my shorty go on car rides
and she never drives ’cause she hit the curbside
she pull my pants down she get all bug-eyed
after this song drops imma be verified
feel like a forest ’cause i got these people petrified
she used to be my main now she on the f-ckin’ side
walked in, gucci jacket, man it’s a homicide

[interlude: kru]
homicide, homicide
there’s a k!ller
lil neeth, lil neeth
comin’ through
hsa
what’s he gonna do

[verse 2: lil neeth]

ten toes down never change that
three bad b-tches sitting in the maybach
chillin’ with ya girl and you know we laid back
spendin’ racks call ’em lakhs f-ck ’em from the back
glock 40 toted on me and you know i trap
put a bullet in his chest sh-t go clap clap
talk sh-t get hit with the f-cking strap
crossed you up, broke your ankles, give that boy a map (sheek)
all these haters doubtin’ me i stay dedicated
taking hits from the backwoods stay medicated
bought a crib for my momma now know she know i made it
all these p-ss-es flexing but they still wear that fake sh-t

[chorus: yvng curry]
let this beat ride andy, let this f-ckin’ beat ride
you know me and my shorty go on car rides
and she never drives ’cause she hit the curbside
she pull my pants down she get all bug-eyed
after this song drops imma be verified
feel like a forest ’cause i got these people petrified
she used to be my main now she on the f-ckin’ side
walked in, gucci jacket, man it’s a homicide

[verse 3: chigga]

yeah my homie ramana
yeah my homie ramana
yeah my homie ramana
get rejected by duke
getting into berkeley was a fluke
f-ck your b-tch with a flute
b-tch you know she got next
i f-cked her with my clarinet
she like the feel of my wooden reed
knickerbockers, willis reed
she my lil’ baby, yes indeed
i smoke gas
while your uncle pump gas
this my first single, you was never first single
demino effect, now you third single
berkeley b-tch, berkeley b-tch, berkeley b-tch
berkeley boy with the northface
glock 40 on his f-ckin’ waist
p-ssed a bill, called it cold case(cold case, cold case, cold case)

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