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yn jay – elevator music lyrics

[intro: yn jay]
(f+ck the fire, we got grease)
come here, b+tch
come here, come here, come here, come here, come here, come here, come here, come here
ahh

[verse 1: yn jay]
let me f+ck you on the elevator (hahaha, hahaha)
hit my b+tch with my eyes closed, i’m a meditator (oh, you talkin’ ’bout like you gon’ meditate her? okay)

[verse 2: rmc mike]
b+tch, i graduated from the— ah
b+tch, i graduated from the streets, you an eleventh grader
my new crib cost two+point+five, you a section 8+er
make my b+tch leave her old man, i’m a separator
ten milli’ hit his right lung, he need a respirator
like d+mn, i think he dead
alright, uh
f+ck that young n+gga, i ain’t trippin’ ’bout it
young dog think he mj, i brought pippen out him
latino b+tch talkin’ while i’m hittin’ it, she say, “k!ll it, papi”
f+cked my head up last week, i seen a real zombie

[interlude: louie ray]
the f+ck we on, bro? what we doin’? (alright)
d+mn, we high— alright, this that
man, we high as dog sh+t
sh+t
[verse 3: louie ray]
closet full of too much, what kind of store he own?
always keep me up to date like a cordless phone
(you get it? like phones detect the date, like, i got the iphone, so— alright)
i got a lot of sh+t to talk about, n+gga story long
i be holdin’ up a lot of weight like corey bones
(you know, corey holcomb off wild ‘n out? the one n+gga that was— hah)
my lil’ d b+tch too street, she a headbanger
sixteen diamond links on at once is a neck acher
i lean in with all my force when i f+ck, i’m a back breaker
goofy b+tch ain’t trappin’ when i say, she a j chaser (sh+t)

[verse 4: yn jay & louie ray]
b+tch throwin’ booty in the— ah
b+tch throwin’ booty in the club, she an ass shaker
if i smell a lil’ booty or see crumbs, i’ma bear mace her
hit her on my— yeah
hit her on my california king, i’m a bed breaker
tried to hit her with my foot up, i’m a leg breaker
b+tch wanna give me good neck, she a head chaser
she gon’ put a dose of p+ssy on me too, she a med taker (hah, sh+t)
you get it? like, she gon’ f+ck me while i’m high
bust you ‘cross your head with a bottle, i’m a head breaker
i had to hit her in her head ’cause she hit me in my eye
d+mn, okay, that’s what you did, lou? alright
i just lied to my b+tch because she— alright (ahh)
i just lied to my b+tch, but got away because it sounded true
you know, i swear to god i’m at the booth and it sounded true
i just put a b+tch on the road, she might pull up with her friends, she got mileage too
and she got good brain, she in college too
nah, bruh, that’s grade a head, she in honor school
i will never— ah, f+ck
i’ll never lay up with no b+tch— ah
i’ll never lay up with no b+tch, i’ll stop and shoot
never had to lay up with the b+tch, i’ll stop and prove
if brodie jump out shootin’ at your door, i’m knockin’ too

- yn jay lyrics

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