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yayayi – ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (track 10) lyrics

[chorus]
first off, this beat bang
ask around, i’m the motherf+ckin’ man
i’m about to drop ten racks on a chain
and find a pretty b+tch that i can dip with in the range
i’m good, i put that on the hood, i’m good
i’m good, i put that on the hood, i’m good
i’m good, i put that on the hood, i’m good
i’m good, i put that on the hood, i’m good, n+gga

[verse 1]
ayy, ayy, i’m so straight the cops so crooked
clique full of soldiers like no limit
yg, what you doing? b+tch gimme four minutes
all in a n+gga grill like four dentists
ridin’ ’round solo got the money in the choke+hold
whole head tattooed like a f+cking cholo
never hate the next man n+gga that’s a no no
got ya girl bouncing on my d+ck like a low low
mustard on the beat, mustard get a f+cking check
i got b+tches, take b+tches n+gga wanna bet?
icе on my neck got ice in my ears
hit thе club n+ggas looking at me h+lla weird
it’s yg 400, b+tch, get it right
you at the club every weekend? b+tch get a life
ever since she f+cked with me, she never been the same
well, god d+mn, just blame it on my ding+a+lang
[chorus]
first off, this beat bang
ask around, i’m the motherf+ckin’ man
i’m about to drop ten racks on a chain
and find a pretty b+tch that i can dip with in the range
i’m good, i put that on the hood, i’m good
i’m good, i put that on the hood, i’m good
i’m good, i put that on the hood, i’m good
i’m good, i put that on the hood, i’m good, n+gga

[verse 2]
i’m so froze, diamonds look so lemon
used to text ’cause my phone had low minutes
n+ggas need swishers so we at the store with it
if you don’t drop on the blunt then you don’t hit it
flyer than a eagle, ridin’ in a regale
money over b+tches, n+gga, you don’t think we know
pockets full of c+notes, oops, i mean p+notes
b+tch in the whip looking hot like a cheeto
uh, louie bag and a briefcase, b+tch
i get money like a sweepstakes
uh, every week a n+gga eat steak
what’s dessert? sh+t, i wonder how she tastes
i don’t want her, you can get her
b+tch you ugly like yo’ daddy reggie miller
like pittsburgh bet i steal her
and f+ck her in the whip brand new from the dealer
[chorus]
first off, this beat bang
ask around, i’m the motherf+ckin’ man
i’m about to drop ten racks on a chain
and find a pretty b+tch that i can dip with in the range
i’m good, i put that on the hood, i’m good
i’m good, i put that on the hood, i’m good
i’m good, i put that on the hood, i’m good
i’m good, i put that on the hood, i’m good, n+gga

[outro]
i’m good on the i’m the sh+t!
yg 400, b+tch! i’m real!
i don’t dance, n+gga 2 step
n+gga, trip then a shoot, n+gga with the tech
hey, motherf+cker, don’t you move
what…n+gga…moved?
yeah, uh huh, that’s what i thought, motherf+cker
mustard on the beat, ho!

- yayayi lyrics

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