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yn jay - stupid & crazy lyrics

[intro: yn jay]
ah, what the f+ck
ayy, this b+tch stupid
ayy, she crazy
ayy, this lil’ b+tch—

[verse 1: yn jay]
this b+tch stupid, d+mn, this b+tch crazy
ha, this b+tch wanna have my baby
ha, this b+tch stupid, d+mn, is you drunk or somethin’?
she keep rubbin’ on my, you wanna f+ck or somethin’?
hold on, b+tch, alright
yeah, they don’t wonder what i be
they don’t wonder without the yum+yum sauce, hibachi
this b+tch make me mad, but you wanna be my baby mama
drivin’ fast in the coupe, they think they seen a maserati
this b+tch bad, she gotta body, ayy, body+ody+ody
i’m in the streets, don’t worry about me, b+tch bustin’ like piñata
i do this sh+t because i got it, don’t say sh+t, b+tch, nada
yeah, not a d+mn thing
oh, you got jewelry in the club? that’s your man’s chain
i got a gun on my hip, it’s where my pants hang
get your umbrella in the club, it’s finna d+mn rain

[verse 2: icewear vezzo]
(phew, huh)
shoot a n+gga in his sh+t, tear his face up (fah)
n+ggas still sippin’ lines, we pour eights up (pour eights, n+gga)
i do sixes on the roads, total rafe up (skrrt)
ain’t goin’ back and forth with no n+gga got his chain took (he a p+ssy)
richest n+gga on the 6, got my own cheese (yeah)
makin’ thirty every time when my phone ring (yeah, h+llo?)
p+ssin’ game on the wood, not the nosebleed (uh+huh)
hundred round clip in that chop’ like a long sleeve (b+tch)
n+gga, f+ck the rap game, ain’t no street code (nah)
ain’t gotta read the paperwork, we know he told
it’s ten dog sh+t with johnny dang, got my t++th froze (fifty racks)
big back, step on all the ice until my feet cold (sh+t)
n+ggas lyin’ in them songs, you the cap type (cap)
shoot a goofy in his head, knock his cap right (grrah)
i’m gettin’ tired of sippin’ tris’, where the act’ pints? (n+gga, where the act’?)
multi million+dollar n+gga ’cause i stack right (big ice)

- yn jay lyrics

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