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yung lupe - how many lyrics

[intro]
apex!!!
it’s braxton
yung, yea, yea, yea

[verse 1: braxton]
hop on the beat like
spit on the beat like
how many lines to show some respect
pushing my n+ggas at
pushing ’em bars at
forcing ’em haters to show some respect
bars in necha
bars in show me
y’all n+ggas don’t f+ckin forget
i got the game
i got the flame
y’all think its still a debate
i got the vibe motherf+cker am beast
braxton the n+gga you cannot defeat
type in a comment replied by a fist
b+tch am a goat, deep in my soul
winin’ is somethin’ i do in repеat, (in repeat)
you cannot f+ck with the bеast (with the beast)
taking ’em down by the list
dropping the mic n+gga peace (peace)
[hook: yung lupe]
how many lines we gon’ drop for your chills
how many times we gon’ show that we real
shout out to n+ggas who drop on the beat
f+ck to them n+ggas who sh+t on the beat
how many f+cks do you want us to give
how many bangers we gotta release
ain’t getting started on hate we receive (on hate we receive)

[verse 2: yung lupe]
don’t get so judgy unless you can spit
don’t tryna mention me you just a b+tch
we over do it but not to be rich
feeling the vibe, motherf+ckers we lit
party ’till late with your shawty, she stiff
pour her some drinks and she flashin’ her tits
that’s what you get if you mess with my sh+t
don’t get me tempted, i got zero k!lls (i got zero k!lls)
ayy, look at the fl!ck on my wrist
lowkey got mulla to spend on some things
and i know that these n+ggas gon’ try to be mean
not watching ‘ em am minding my business deals
spend a couple hundred thousand on wheels (on wheels)
yeah, guess what i spend on my bills
how many figures i make on this sh+t doesn’t really matter
lemmie pop all my pills, (pills)
rest all my case so you n+ggas owe me
set up some days when my chains are golden
all of my verses got preachers frozen
shout out to cindy am really broken (cindy)
got all my visions so fixed
not talking paper or family or marriage or music
but talking ’bout beyond my dreams
give me the respect, don’t matter ’bout your puny feels (feels)
[hook: yung lupe]
how many lines we gon’ drop for your chills
how many times we gon’ show that we real
shout out to n+ggas who drop on the beat
f+ck to them n+ggas who sh+t on the beat
how many f+cks do you want us to give
how many bangers we gotta release
ain’t getting started on hate we receive (on hate we receive)

[verse 3: pred8or]
okay (apex)
n+gga you fake
think you can do better ? (think you can do better ?)
ain’t no joke
we rappers do better (we finna do better)
gotta a big rake
stackin money big dealer
we spinnin’ on the block like hunnid benz (yea)
pull up on you with gang brothers (skrrt)
richard millie watch that’s a hunnid dollars (yea)
don’t play n+gga you ain’t got the money (nah)
whole lotta n+ggas think that they funny (woo)
play with ma gang that sh+t get bl++dy (bl++dy)
stackin the racks like 123 (2)
brothers in jail finna get ’em free (yea)
opps wanna try finna cop a fee (fee)
slicin your spine like a k!llin’ spree (spree, krah!, krah!, krah!)
[hook: yung lupe]
how many lines we gon’ drop for your chills
how many times we gon’ show that we real
shout out to n+ggas who drop on the beat
f+ck to them n+ggas who sh+t on the beat
how many f+cks do you want us to give
how many bangers we gotta release
ain’t getting started on hate we receive (on hate we receive)

- yung lupe lyrics

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