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ybn cordae - 2 worlds pt. 2 lyrics

[intro: ybn cordae]
ohhh we had to do this sh-t to ’em again man
i need to make these n-gg-s right
wo (wo)

[verse 1: ybn cordae]
look! i started off, n-gg-s hard and soft
but acting hard and raw
sneak dissing, you r-t-rded
raw, they wasn’t smart at all

[verse 2: willtharapper]
shoot ’em up, then i watch ’em fall
f-ck that b-tch and kick her like a soccer ball
pull up on her p-ssy just to pop it off

[verse 3: ybn cordae]
double life and a n-gg- been stressin’
played your song, d-mn that sh-t was depressin’
n-gg-s flexin’ in studio sessions
bad b-tch and i swear she a blessin’
boy i’m the man, you rap and don’t got a plan
free my little bro off the gang

[verse 4: willtharapper]
you play with me, i’m let that sh-t blam
and where you stand is where you gon’ land, wow

[verse 5: ybn cordae]
drop my new sh-t, its exclusive
how i do dis’ they be clueless
the way i’m k!lling these rappers, its ruthless
but i pity the fool ’cause they stupid

[verse 6: willtharapper]
n-gg-s talk crazy, won’t do sh-t (talking stupid)
talking that looselip, they already long as a pool stick
and we uhaul when we move sh-t

[verse 7: ybn cordae]
running looselip, bro got blue tips
but be ducking n-gg-s on some guc sh-t
pulling f-cking triggers on a nuisance
but i’m not a gangsta i be coopin’

[verse 8: willtharapper]
f-ck her on monday and call her a cutie
i’m f-cking another b-tch by tuesday
no f-cking, no n-gg- i’m toting a tooly
these b-tches don’t mean nothing to me

[verse 9: ybn cordae]
hollow thrills, i don’t swallow pills, i’m bout my dolla’ bills
a real n-gg-, cause my father real but people plot and k!ll

[verse 10: willtharapper]
real n-gg-, you should f-cking know
and its double s f-cking o, we’ll f-ck your ho
and we’ll slap your bro, wow

[verse 11: ybn cordae]
when they see you down, they don’t see the vision
grinding hard was a sweet decision
pocket stuffed they on peter griffen
now i’m making money i complete the mission
b-tches used to block me, now they wanna jock me
and she give me sloppy like her teeth is missing
bro they keep a shotty like a f-cking hobby
chop a haters body now he breathing different
quarter back sh-t in the field due
they keep your -ss down to conceal you
the k!lling our kids on the steel moon
they’ll be busting at n-gg-s, what will do

[verse 12: willtharapper]
if bro see you up, i’m like k!ll who
if he point at you imma k!ll you
i’m out on the field and n-gg-s be fake
and i’m paraplegic, don’t feel you

[verse 13: ybn cordae]
n-gg- straight, she don’t mind my posture
eating steak, benihanas and lobster
wish a n-gg- with em like mr. crocker
put a fo’ with a sprite of a boxer

[verse 14: willtharapper]
sippin’ on lean so it f-ck up my posture
while young n-gg-s on my roster
if i ain’t a chopper you gon’ need a doctor
or a breathalyser, he ain’t breathing properly
i f-cked her throat, so she ain’t speaking properly
if the fans come, we ain’t speaking louder, shhh, don’t say a sound
in my trap you gon’ work b-tch and don’t lay around
i don’t like sneak dissing and don’t play around
if you got a problem won’t don’t you go say it now
if your plug work with us we gon’ show em some love
but if he taxin’ we gon’ take em down

[outro]
gang (gang, gang, gang, gang,)
(skrt, skrt) (huh, huh) (wow, wow)

- ybn cordae lyrics

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