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yns - chiraq (remix) lyrics

(intro)
uh, yns, tdn f-ck that n-gga daelon, man
i’m about to k!ll that sh-t
t:
about to be a murder scene
flow nice like i’m always mean
got your girl with me, she on the team
got a rifle, b-tch, with a beam
flow nasty like mr. clean
you the student, b-tch and i’m the dean
flow crazy like it’s off the lean
she didn’t listen, so she off the team
run up in your mama house with that shotgun with that banana drum
let that clip dump like “b-tch, run!”
wish you would like say something
group of b-tches when they come
give them thirty shots and then they run
bad songs, n-gga we made one
good songs, we laid a ton
real sh-t when i spit this
bars sicker than syphilis
trying to seal that deal, b-tch
rolling like meals on wheels, b-tch
k!lled the game with a bad b-tch
now you looking all sad, b-tch
yns be on that mad sh-t
yns, we sack sh-t
yns, that be the name. no gold rings, no gold chain
three songs with no trains
that beast that cannot be tamed
that thunder beat like it’s all the same
like that thunder beat with no rain
kicking n-ggas like i’m bruce wayne
shoot yourself, kurt cobain

zero:
f-ck the beat with no condom
thomas take it in the bottom
i don’t get invited then we got a problem
tell thomas come up out of the closet
wear lipsticks and nail polish
sh-t sick, might need a doctor
i k!ll n-ggas, dont have fear. y’all my sons, i am the father
couple n-ggas that’s down to ride
commit suicide if you ain’t on my side
these bars got n-ggas locked up
feel like they serving that jail time
y’all n-ggas salty like iodide
i’ll take your girl and make her mine
austin powers off cough syrup
that grim reaper, you out of time
who the f-ck would ever diss yns?
i need a crown because i’m the best
i load the gun and let it off
i’m aiming at you, this is not a test
you talk sh-t, it’s your last breath
my flow dope; crystal meth
i’ll put a round in your f-cking chest
i’ll live forever, never need death

drey:
i run this sh-t like cardio
my bars the best, lombardi flow
she ride me like a rodeo
now she can’t walk like polio
i used to f-ck with ovo
now i rep that yns
put the .9 up to your neck
i’d rather have fear than respect
i equip the extended clip then put the barrel to your f-cking lip
squeeze the trigger, let nina rip
i’m running out of lean to sip
i’m high as f-ck on the mothership
the mother trip on some other sh-t
i tell the mother to suck my d-ck then make her daughter come f-ck the clique
everywhere a n-gga look a n-gga getting his sh-t took or a n-gga getting his b-tch took
now i’m in her mouth like fish hooks
her legs open like a good book
i’m stunting hard, y’all scared to look
i’m a god, call me jehovah
i got the city on my f-cking shoulders
leave n-ggas stinking; body odor
my b-tch f-ck behind closed doors but i left them open to expose the wh0r-
t short but my temper shorter

- yns lyrics

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