yn jay - figure it out lyrics
[intro: yn jay]
(f+ck the fire, we got grease)
sh+t
you know what i’m sayin’? (it’s a wayne beat)
like, i just sit back and just think about sh+t, you know what i’m sayin’? and i just
you feel me? ayy (like i just put this sh+t together, like)
[verse 1: yn jay]
i’m good at figurin’ sh+t out (yop)
b+tch suck d+ck, i’m good at figurin’ sh+t out (i knew it)
i know she got some good cat, i’m good at figurin’ sh+t out
i go and get it on my own, i’m good at figurin’ sh+t out, d+mn
i don’t want no handouts
young, but i’m a man now, they just let my mans out (ooh)
auntie in the kitchen cookin’ soup at uncle sam house (she is)
lightskin b+tch named gina, we at pam house (d+mn)
how the f+ck you stand out? livin’ at your man’s house
baby, let me hit you from the back and pull your hair out (hah)
brodie shawty d got out of jail, they let the bear out (big bro)
they just love the eight+ball, guns in thе safehouse (d+mn)
finna buy my eighth housе
finna throw a seven or eleven, i can’t cr+p out
wwe, she get smacked down (what up, jay?)
n+gga, you ain’t blowin’ on no gas, you got a black & mild (boy)
leave a fake n+gga drankin’ somethin’ (man)
[verse 2: drego]
all i know is that these n+ggas hoes (boy)
might hit a slip like kim kold, snuck in with the pole
it ain’t sh+t to get you gone, late nights on the road
early mornings, gettin’ it gone, i’m sellin’ flapjacks, you ain’t know?
trap n+gga and i keep some big sh+t around (brrt)
fifty stick with a switch on it, quick to blow you down (brraow)
boy, and i keep this sh+t by the pound
ain’t gotta be in the hood, could still hold the hood down
black pretty b+tch, french tips, white toes (mwah)
economy f+cked up, so i get my dope low (so i get my dope low)
catch an opp slippin’, ooh sh+t, up the score (up the score)
i’ll up a roll, but i’ll never up a ho (i’ll never up my ho)
i ain’t duckin’ smoke, but you know i duck the folks (know i duck the folks)
i’m a street n+gga, so they f+cks with your baby (so they f+cks with your baby)
i play the eastside like i’m 80’s
i never quit the game like i’m brady (nope)
when my pockets slim, i get shady (i get shady)
never let a hard time faze me
comin’ back off my last, that’s what made me (that’s what made me)
man, i swear the dope game raised me
i just got a call for a four and a baby (brt, brrt, brrt)
[outro: drego]
hahahaha
terrell sh+t
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