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yamine - wildin (diss track) lyrics

(intro 1)
this is all the stuff that be going on day by day, seconds to minutes and hours and months to two years of n-ggas hating on everything. man i’m tired of this sh-t. i don’t judge n0body i try to stay cool, i don’t even know if this kid is mine or not but ya’ll don’t know that, yeah i might work a lot of jobs but ya’ll don’t know that i try my -ss off to help pay bills, i’m not tryna end up like my father, my brother, or my family. going to gangs, sellin drugs, prison, jail sentences. no i might act soft but the reality is when i’m in school i like to stay quiet and keep to myself because i wanna get out of my situation and make millions. you might say i don’t get b-tches because i’m not dating a wh0r-, or some hoe that wants to do bullsh-t, and f-ck with your money. i’m worried about paper over b-tches. relationships later
let’s get into this song, after these hating words

(intro)
hey david turn this bullsh-t off it’s trash
n-gga u for real, but i’ve worked my hardest
i’m just saying it n-gga u trash
yamine trash, watch me play this in front of the cl-ss
naw this n-gga embarr-ssed play his sh-t out loud. play it. play it now. and you know it’s yamine. haha. this dude trash y did you even start rappin, david you -ss, yamine you wack, yamine album and mixtapes are trash, your music is -ss, you get no b-tches because i haven’t seen you with n0body from ln. david you g-y, david i can beat your -ss because you lied about being a pastor even though you’ve never said that, david broke, david spoiled, david’s rich, you get no p-ssy, are you still a virgin? n-gga i need my money for the studio stop playing around with me, this girl has a crush on you, j is tryna f-ck. david can’t fight for sh-t because i’ve never seen him mad or him fight anyone at my school, david talks to no girls, n-gga you weird because you don’t buy clothes too often. david speak up i can’t hear what your saying, his sh-t is lame, go k!ll yourself, go get a life, david samuel hayes your arrested for theft and battery, david sell a pack for me, no one cares that your birthday is august 15th today, everyone don’t wish him it he get’s no p-ssy, david yo parties are lit make this a career because directing movies isn’t, you ain’t going nowhere in life your a homeless bumb, david let’s smoke this n-gga. you want some dro?

(intro 2)
man the n-ggas nowadays don’t show no respect, i grind, i hustle, i’m working day in and day out and you know that here’s a track to these b-tches

(chorus)
u n-ggas wildin’
u n-ggas wildin
u n-ggas wildin
u n-ggas wildin
u n-ggas wildin
u n-ggas wildin
hop out the coup, you know the truth, i’mma get violent
u n-ggas wildin’, you n-ggas wildin, you n-ggas wildin
u n-ggas wildin’ (yeah, aye, aye aye aye)
u n-ggas wildin
u n-ggas wildin
u n-ggas wildin (yeah aye, aye, aye aye aye)
u n-ggas wildin
u n-ggas wildin
hop out the coup, you know the truth, i’mma get violent
u n-ggas wildin’, you n-ggas wildin, you n-ggas wildin (bang!)

(verse 1)
lying -ss n-ggas
crying -ss n-ggas
f-ck boys wanna get bold
but won’t cross the line -ss n-ggas
sh-t talkin, crip walkin, false claim, the court’s stallin
steady stalkin, rhymes worst than sidewalk chalkin
man i gave some f-cks these b-tches was talkin’ and lawin
talking about a roast meter, n-ggas sniffing they draws
one says he straight, but got caught showin his d-ck in the stalls (snap)
ya’ll gone get mad when i’m overseas
stacking my cheese
all the money i’m wanting is all in my dreams
i’m trying to meet these goals
but ya’ll making a scene
talking about ya’ll from the trap, but rocking uzi (yeah)
yeah i wear all red and ya’ll lie claiming a gang
i ain’t ever catch no bodies, but i’ll keep doing my thang
n-ggas out here talking saying “david is g-y”
he needs to get a girl, but one has a child today (dna)

chorus)
u n-ggas wildin’
u n-ggas wildin
u n-ggas wildin
u n-ggas wildin
u n-ggas wildin
u n-ggas wildin
hop out the coup, you know the truth, i’mma get violent
u n-ggas wildin’, you n-ggas wildin, you n-ggas wildin
u n-ggas wildin’ (yeah, aye, aye aye aye)
u n-ggas wildin
u n-ggas wildin
u n-ggas wildin (yeah aye, aye, aye aye aye)
u n-ggas wildin
u n-ggas wildin
hop out the coup, you know the truth, i’mma get violent
u n-ggas wildin’, you n-ggas wildin, you n-ggas wildin (bang!)

(verse 2)
don’t f-ck with me
son of g
i won’t repeat
you might think i’m lyin, but search up d
n-ggas keep on trollin
but i don’t ever fall for it
you might be saying this song is trash
well go for it
yamine is back
and i’m not wack
that’s a fact
i take time to write my lyrics
and you know that
rhymes hittin bats with the hacks
st showed his sack
g-y -ss n-gga i don’t stand for none of that cr-p
f-ck with me one more time you better watch yo back
and i’m walking this time ain’t no 45. or a mac
i keep my 45s tucked
and my enemies closer (closer)
i face light skinned discrimination
for 2 years i’ve been sober

- yamine lyrics

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