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yn jay - blood cousin lyrics

[intro: yn jay]
(ooh, sav k!lled it)
d+mn, okay
let me tell you ’bout— alright
yeah

[verse 1: yn jay]
you ain’t know lucho my blood cousin, let me call up red
i was young chillin’ with ty, let me call up set
mad as f+ck my n+gga lost his life, why you take all them meds?
why— ahh
mad as f+ck you let that n+gga— yeah
why the f+ck you let that n+gga rob you? he took all your bread (fah+fah)
shootin’ at the— yeah
dog tried to run, fah+fah+fah+fah, took off your legs
naw, i’ma hit him up top, opp took— yeah
naw, i’ma hit him up top, opp— yeah
naw, i’ma hit him up top, opp took off your head
[verse 2: yn slatt]
alright
dog was talkin’ h+lla lot, but it was on the ‘net
know some n+ggas mad ’bout that money they ain’t even spend (they ain’t even spend it)
sh+t, i could turn fifty to five hundrеd in cash app sh+t (i could turn fifty to five hundred)
when i go to bеd, i ain’t worried, man, i’m in my crib
i know n+ggas mad over money, only hundreds
man, how you n+ggas broke right now? i swear that’s poor performance
man, we just dropped an eight (we just dropped an eight)
we dropped it in a cream, now i swear we always late

[verse 3: don perrion]
yeah, i don’t know where i’m headed, i know it’s to the top (it’s to the top, n+gga)
trap n+gga, park the whip at the neighbor spot (i ain’t lyin’, n+gga)
i ain’t bring this out yet, this an eighties knot
and my sister keep it on her, you don’t know tot
wish a p+ssy n+gga would, get your baby popped
n+ggas always switchin’ hoods, they be scared of opps
call me mclovin when i’m out in bali with the thots (no cap)
don’t let no b+tch record sh+t, n+ggas want the drop (for real)
me and my n+ggas record hits, we comin’ for our spot
need to get used to takin’ trips and comin’ back with guap

[verse 4: yn que & don perrion]
yeah (b+tch), alright, p
we gon’ come like that?
yn, yeah, you know we comin’
hit the strip club, f+ck it up, yeah, you know we stuntin’
load them boppers up, f+ck with gang and you know we huntin’
walk that n+gga down, boom, baow, now he body crumpin’
walk a n+gga down, grrah, got my body pumpin’
i come from a town well+known for body stompin’, d+mn
[verse 5: yn jay]
hit him with an ak+47, got his body shakin’
slam a n+gga, i’ll break your bones like a glass, got your body breakin’
send a n+gga to the hospital, got his body achin’
stankin’+ass nasty+ass b+tch p+ssed in the bed
ahh, she need potty trainin’
b+tch, you need to work out, she need— ahh
b+tch, you need to— ahh, you need body training
haha

- yn jay lyrics

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