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ysr gramz & yn jay – jackie moon lyrics

[intro: yn jay]
d+mn
yeah
(oooh, sav, k!lled it) why you do that man?
d+mn
ahhhh! f+ck!

[verse 1: yn jay]
d+mn, i just lost my voice
i just f+cked a–ahhhh
i just f+cked a freaky b+tch from flint, she used to go to choice
bust down buzz look like moon rocks, ahhhh
bust down buzz lookin’ watery, it was really moist
freak b+tch want some money from me, she was really poor

[verse 2: ysr gramz]
n+gga pulled shootin’ at the crib, he only hit the door
sell a n+gga fake percocets and he want some more
you still live at your momma crib, you better do your chores
your n+gga really ain’t gang, he just go to the store
if i shoot you with this five+seven, you gon’ go to the lord
stop tellin’ people you the plug, you only got a cord

[verse 3: yn jay]
big rocks look like chalk–ahhhh
big rocks look like chalk, but i don’t got a board
i can let my n+gga shoot my–ahhhh
i can let my n+gga shoot his shot, i ain’t gotta score
slice a n+gga head off, i ain’t got a sword
b+tch–ahhhh
b+tch better do what i say–ahhhh
i’ma put this b+tch out
freak b+tch give me head, she got a big mouth
b+tch wanna surf my–hold on, alright, let me pull my d+ck out
oh, you thought that was a airbnb, that’s my b+tch house
hold on, let me bag out
why the f+ck you pull in? you got me mad now
drinkin’–ahhhh, i’m finna crash now
coochie man papi, got me feelin’ like my dad now
[verse 4: ysr gramz]
smokin’ on exotic, drinkin’ lean, got me sad now
i don’t want a bad, ratchet b+tch, i want a kash doll
oh, you switched up, now i’m winnin’, now you sad now
i really gotta run this money up, i’m a dad now
we really f+cked the whole city up, they wanna rap now
oh, your mom and dad fell off, you gotta trap now
n+ggas always lyin’ in their raps, they need a cap and gown
oh, you used to breakdance back then, you got a ratchet now
man, that n+gga lost around this b+tch, he need a lost and found
i ain’t with that n+gga yung joc, but it’s goin’ down
in the stu’ with my whole fam, we just blew a pound
you would think we was from chicago, the way we blow him down

- ysr gramz yn jay lyrics

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