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yns los - yurrr pt.2 lyrics

sike b+tch, you know i never cared
up them sticks up on your ass my n+ggas dogs you best beware
we don’t care about no b+tch she f+ck the opps she lose her hair
n+ggas got a lot of mouth on the gram but they be scared
we pulled on them boys they ain’t shoot back them boys was scared
told him “if you feelin froggy, hop up, let the bullets tear”
sent that n+gga to the devil, he ain’t make it up them stairs
sadly we got that boy missing, and his momma dont know where

yea we left that boy missing cause he was dissing
yall n+ggas broke but we getting riches
you want the smoke but i got extensions
we cut his throat now he getting stitches
we shot his back and now that boy itching
stay in one gang like; n+gga stop switching
he want the smoke so shot his tendons
he want the smoke so im gonna end him

if you want the smoke lil n+gga stop b+tching
i need me a perky my arm been itching
you n+ggas are bums, lazy, sit+ins
you n+ggas is p+ssy we call you a kitten
nutted up on that ass now she babysitting
i pull up, he ran, this sh+t had em sh+tting
101 bl!cks my n+ggas i’m bl!cking
sip on the sprite after mixing prescriptions
your b+tch call me tea , after sipping like lipton
we k!lled that n+gga with tripplexxxstention
f+ck on your b+tch, see my d+ck in her mentions
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slimed out that boy, now he know we snake
glock+19, aimed at his face
i won’t catch a case
fill that lil bag up with shake then charge that boy for some cake
empty the safe, quae ain’t on sh+t he ain’t gang, no he dont bang
uh, false claiming 83
that n+gga always been b+tch
know i’m with the sh+ts
yea young n+gga been brave yea young n+gga been brave yea
his body gone drop, aim at his top, wiping the floor with mops
we got them sticks and the dracs
we shot that lil n+gga face
now he tellin cops
that boy been snitch that boy been a b+tch yea that boy been an opp
pass this sh+t back to los cause this beat finna motherf+cking stop
and im finna start
n+gga want smoke i shot him in the dark
n+gga want smoke i aim it at his heart
that n+gga my prey i hunt him like a shark
you call me a dog? well b+tch im finna bark
im smoking this gas its smelling like a fart
i shot at that n+gga yea it left a mark
she sucking my d+ck while im playing ark
she giving me brain yea that b+tch really smart

n+ggas say i’m batman, my lil homies robin
my k!llers they some shooter with the tec we call em goblins
come and get your b+tch, she wet, i got her p+ssy throbbing
and ian with the sneak+dissin if i’m being honest
they say i am polo to the top im steady climbing
all i got is pen and paper to my name i put these rhymes in
told you get your sword, he saw my seat had to recline it
with this g+lock on my waist, when i press play you can’t rewind sh+t
how the f+ck you bang with that lil pistol that your pops took?
look me in my eye, i pop a shot and that’s your last look
ian come to fight i make the bullets give you right hook
n+ggas you a b+tch, we know you snitch, you probably right books
yea i f+ck with 60’s but you know i’m 135
you a statement writing n+gga we might call your ass a scribe
b+tch ass n+gga, quaek n+gga, yns global n+gga, ynsk get you folded n+gga, b+tch ass n+gga

- yns los lyrics

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