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pree da yung og - yawew lyrics

roast 8 n+ggas straight in this b+tch n+gga
bet
you gotta get on they ass
huh
what up stuntman
huh, yeah

i’m back stunting, i’m back hunting on my grind, i’m back runnin
got some money for me run it
dior runners, louie luggage
bout to make my first m
i can feel it in my stomach
could’ve used the money counter i feel better when i thumb it

i’m a god, n+gga you can’t carry whistle i can’t ride with you
when them n+ggas catch you slippin
i hope god with you
i done looked karma in her eyes
so i don’t rob n+ggas
when it’s fully banging

you going to think a lightning rod hit you
little n+ggas can’t walk in my shoes
boy, what size is you?
when they see you hoppin
in that striker who going to ride with you? how you sleeping when your
opps still be outside with you? why you beefing with the n+ggas
that’s frontline with you? i wеnt on missions
trying to catch a homicide with you
if i tell you we lockеd in for life
that mean i’m dying with you huh, no cap
bring it back, stunt i really get you beat, gang

trying to stunt, man i just counted 33k
with my one hand glock 23 put him in the air like jumpman
when i’m in the city keep that bl!cky
n+ggas love playing n+ggas wanna kick it

when you winnin’ ain’t no lovin’, fam
seen a quarter ticket oh, let’s get it
time to touch a half, still scooping money out the mud
i need a f+cking bath y’all n+ggas hustle bad

i can tell you suck at math
fiends posted at the g+station
trying to pump my gas why the f+ck you sucker
stroking with your sucker ass
you hopping in other n+ggas lanes
you going to f+cking crash
put a bullet in a n+gga brain
then go dump the mag

why these n+ggas always mad
cause they can’t step on the gas i’ma f+ck on your b+tch
then i’ma slap on her ass, slap her ass, talking down
but you ain’t even got no bands though
left him dead and he wrong
now he dead wrong
you can’t tell me sh+t
sh+t about a b+tch
cause i don’t f+ck with that b+tch no more she be on my d+ck
ran it up every f+cking day b+tch, i be on my sh+t
running down on the f+cking gang

then we going to bust your lip, b+tch
yeah
mhmmmm mhmmmmm
huh
mhmmmm mhmmmmm
b+tch
mhmmmmmmmmmm

- pree da yung og lyrics

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