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yn jay - have-a-ball lyrics

[intro: yn jay]
(yeah, baby, you did this one)
d+mn
i’m finna (yeah, baby, you did this one)

[verse 1: yn jay]
i’m finna have a ball
10 bad hoes, i think i want ’em all
i finna hoop, i think i wanna ball
in a nice neighborhood, i think i wanna jog
b+tch wanna suck my d+ck, don’t forget the b+lls
when i’m done f+ckin’ you, i won’t forget to call
b+tch, i don’t want no babies, i can’t hit you raw
you got your gun on safety, i got mine on, oh sh+t
i’m ’bout to do some sh+t
they ain’t see me comin’ through, i’m in the newest whip
i just pulled up with a redbone, this my newest b+tch
oh, you never smelled this cologne? oh, you like that huh?
boy, you know her p+ssy through and you wifed that huh?
you the type of n+gga get beat up, ain’t gon fight back huh?
n+gga slid down throwin’ bullets, threw ‘еm right back huh
you the type that argue on facеbook, you gon type back “huh”
ahhh sh+t
spot a b+tch from ’round the corner, this b+tch super thick
i just pulled up with lil d, that’s my mud brother
oh, you don’t know yn damu, that’s my blood brother
[verse 2: ysr gramz]
oh, you around for the money, you a blood sucker
i just seen bro make 20, he a muhf+cker
oh, they sent you to a store, you a store runner
if you see me up this b+tch, you better start runnin’
i can’t even bring loski brim, cause he gon start somethin’
i just f+cked for 2 minutes, and she start runnin’
if i scream “[?]”, that mean the cops comin’
you got a gun in your hand, but you ain’t on sh+t
oh, you got a lot of money? you be on hoe sh+t
oh, that glock ain’t yours? that’s your bro sh+t
punch a n+gga dead in his face, for bro ‘nem
i just talked to the plug, he said you owe him
you out here tellin’ people you my cousin, i don’t know him (i don’t know that n+gga)
yeah, i’m actin’ real bad
you got a fake louis vuitton, i got a real bag
i just ate this bad b+tch, she a real snack
this n+gga act like 6ix9ine, he a real rat
let me see you bend that ass over, cause it’s real fat
i’m in atlanta shootin’ dice, with [?]
no you can’t ride in the front, b+tch get in the back
i ain’t ridin’ in your car if i can’t bring my strap
i ain’t gettin’ on your song if you ain’t speakin’ facts

[outro: ysr gramz]
b+tch, ysr sh+t
yeah, b+tch

- yn jay lyrics

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