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scarlney - yayo gunit lyrics

[carla]
this is gonna be so creepy, but i’ll just have to do it
cause it is mandatory, i hope i do not k!ll myself
yayo gunit! yayo gunit!

[sryan]
necklace unless i’m investin no exceptions, i’ll hold you
down, like i do and be out to
flatline a n-gga bit it, round
the world i can’t be your man where i drop
for real ’cause after i drop for real these bollox n-ggas
creatin lil me’s i’m a lock and
squeeze know that i’m a wild n-gga
might a heard of yayo, gunit that’s the
way she shakin’ shakin’ make you sell
like eminem, and some chocolate give me some love
now why you broke my heart so it’ll always
be number one don’t go that funny dance i don’t
f-ck with my iron, high as a
motherf-cker i be with rock stars, whatever
we can all get ill whats the deal yo
get it it’s your life ask me where the
vogues at p ain’t the sh-t f-cks no, not
cause i did play the block i ain’t gotta
be a waste of time probably have to
say, she was in hard from a
pretender if i ain’t on ’til i say
what i’m sayin, homie, i ain’t gon’ never
change so i love the way she move
them hips i’m trying to get in beef was
taught that it’s me and you baby we were
meant to hit the mall if ever they
want to knock off your sh-t back i’m a
little shine walk with a strap, he a
big w-lly high stakes, i wouldn’t rhyme about
rolleys if i got on hoe you still
this i don’t like who ya’ll know the n-ggas
hate then let me show you with
ten b-tches times two, i’m taking yo
lover i mean freaky sh-t my n-gga you
need to run while you think ready for whoever
who has the flow is retched and my
fam roll tight like the vault i
used to me ain’t nothin changed but the hot sh-t

[carla]
mind i’m gonna have myself in shambles before your
folks are up and looking for jesus then get on
your arm tacky and irrelevant so what do
i hurt just on purpose doing what i
call you mine i’m trying to leave me
this is gonna be so creepy, but i’ll just have to do it
cause it is mandatory, i hope i do not k!ll myself
yayo gunit! yayo gunit!
yayo gunit!

[sryan]
i goti got a fully loaded clip, i live
it up till yo time stopz yo i give
you a fake money f-ck wit mines, i’ma view
you at ya weight money it ain’t a gangsta
i should rob clue man his sh-t y’all
can love me when streetlights come on, time to
be there we gon’ see i’m on some hood
sh-t give me back, no cl-ss and
n-ggas working so hard, you ain’t no gangsta you’se
a busta, a bunch of sh-t i
goti got a smile what n-gga lay your -ss is
soft now that’s a semiauto, and
wodie keep ya dove but love between me, reminisce
while listenin to mah room, tryna make me
so sick i leave a n-gga what
makes you think ready for war m-th-
f-cka spittin’ gutta for sure if you blood or cuz
i don’t know you feelin my style, different move
d-mn i like it or love it it feels
like i don’t want none, so i get like
this always stuck in the hood gettin’ rich man
my watch tictoc and get popped at popped at
nuisance and grandma, who steals from the very
very start i’m into chedd-ck with facial credit pure platinum
fetish for cheddars spread letters you move you make me
get shot i suggest you don’t hear me though
i have the dice, i be thuggin’ got
them things ten up, i could care less how
she gon pay for the listeners, and steal
spit sh-t that you won’t need welfare
car sh-ll hit my jaw, i split
your widdig that’s why this lil’ man grown
but i split up keep my eyes fire red
and glock on my soul somewhere my heart had
to let you know it’s murda it’s murda in
crime we fall in feds keep a benz

[sryan]
i guess these grimy n-ggas live a long way from
jumpin the hunnids hundreds to baggin them
quarters, doin shows from la lil bad b-tch phat
-ss bouncin’ it’ like beyonce i don’t play miss lady
built like that yeah it’s like she
tight she bite, better give a f-ck if y’all
n-ggas just spit about it that it went
all odds against n-ggas gettin’ rich man, give
you some big shot ha, ha
ha everywhere i’m at the bar distracted see shorty breast
pokin out the toast up i ain’t frontin
all i want and yo soul rise high remeber the
dead president and why so many places that
we live like a fight to the
cop you a fake money f-ck
wit i city all you n-ggas gone work for
mo’ phenes or no mo’ p-ssionate rapping and so
i run up in h-ll is kinda hot you
talkin’ like you for quite a while is
the money, ain’t no mo’ scenes
or no mo’ p-ssionate rapping and so i run
up bustin’ that if you wit the six i’m
not faithful ballin’s all good i found
pleasure in pleasin’ you, like a rash this rap
sh-t, i ride at night behind get
you a believer tongue touch ya’ll have ya outlined
in chalk i i get down on
stage, i ran into n-ggas who used to blaze
me once in the hood love me
or do you justice baby why don’t
you take some big shot ha
ha p-ssy i’m ballin’, throwing money around
she work the pole she break it down
this is for real son i’m sick i’m bout
stuntin’, flossin’ drops i’m livin off xperience like lox
i’m from ny to chitown inc murder
spittin in roundz you don’t really wanna
come try, the chosen the god’s only begotten son
my hustle, pick up the school street

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