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yamine vs isaac the rapper - cell ready (pt2.) lyrics

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[verse 1: yamine & (isaac the rapper)]
what these n-gg-s on,, hand me my chrome
goin back to sn-tching n-gg-s out they cadillac and send them home
(smoke em’ like a bong, then its back to counting money when i’m stoned)
or i send a hit through the phone and my dudes will come get you and they’ll never leave you alone
(my n-gg-s official like refs with a whistle, i just make one call back to top off your dome)
off with your head, b-tch i’m a king i got shooters with 2’s protecting my throne
(one shot then you gone, you should’ve known. i’m a real n-gg- i cannot be cloned)
i’m filthy rich still don’t let a penny go
(i be up all night like i’m -rs-nio)
freaky b-tches take the d-ck in any whole
(now they famous cause they in my video)
who you foolin’ i don’t buy
(i don’t judge i just go off vibes)
when i touch the sky then hop in this ride
(yamine gang n-gg- we don’t die)
this world is mine i delete you guys
(we all tryna eat we don’t need your kind)
and get that cash but family first
(be prepared to grind n-gg- put in work)
f-ck n-gg- what would you do for this ice
(you think its really worth losing your life)
how bad you want stripes, my young n-gg-s k!llers
(if i give the word then they smashing you n-gg-s)
bunch of youngins’ coming from a broken home
(slanging rock n roll but ain’t no rolling stone)
streets welcome n-gg-s in with open arms
(if i catch the charge i’m a post a bond)
you god d-mn right i’m a certified boss i can cut the check or i can cut your throat
(put you on the table tag on your toe smoking weed till’ i overdose)
you don’t want beef you ain’t thinking clear. i’m too busy tryna make a f-cking village
(dripping more cheese then a chicken philly, pittsburgh n-gg-s really bout they business)
i got n-gg-s with me don’t got any feelings
(they just really wit it, they just into k!lling)
hard as h-ll on the internet but n-gg- in the streets you like richard simmons
(my money long and my p-ssport got more stamps then a n-gg- mail)
it ain’t a problem if i catch a body then i’m heading over seas i’ll never see a sail n-gg-!
mafia
(gang!)



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