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yung zay x yointel x lito - saria's song freestyle lyrics

yung zay

sippin gin
commitin sin
boi i’m in your hood
f-ck is up ya b-ttercup
yeah i’m feelin good
i got a wood on me
and it’s all for me
i stay gettin lit
i just gave her good d-ck
shakin like a little b-tch
better recognize
seen them thick thighs
and that look in her eyes
she said
red rover
red rover
zay come over
come over
i don’t give a f-ck what typpa sh-t you be on
unless it’s some bull
especially i don’t need none
rather be screwed up
drank in my 2 cups
screaming i could
give atleast 2 f-cks
bout
where my life is goin
bottom of the ocean
pressure is enormous
i just keep on floating
makin my own waves
makin my own motions
call me that n-gga zay

yointel

funny how time flies, i’m just trying to live it slow
make it counter clockwise give some things another go
that’s just life you live and learn, gotta keep some green to burn
i’ve been doing great fam, thanks for all of your concern
in a room full of people by myself
always in my head, trying to write another tale
on a beat
that i made last week
for the free
cause the homies jay and zee
got more lineage than a tree
“roll a b”
homie zay would say that
keep this on repeat, you just need to lay back
listen to the beat, we ain’t never been whack
trynna pile money higher than a stack of ten shaqs man
i could run for president
k!ll the game sl!ck, dip, leave em with no evidence
you need to catch a grip on the bullsh-t and who selling it
do it for the music, i don’t care about my relevance

lito

posted like i’m link cause i’m always with my weapon
put it in his face it’ll leave em second guessing
i got it from the dirt so you know i’m always stressin
you know i’m getting rowdy got the drugs up in my section
i’m smoking on that strong this that natural selection
shake that -ss up in my face, man, that p-ssy is perfection
220 in the dash with the gl-ss up in the roof, yeah i knew i was the goat i could feel it in my hoofs
do i need to show you proof
b-tch my gang won’t do no truce
now my b-tch said i ain’t sh-t cause i won’t let her crack the whip
1500 on my jacket couple hundred ’round my hip
my sauce low key, but it drip (x2)
need a bad girl, give me lip
smoking woods and makin’ chips
yo man actin’, read the script
yo man actin, no brad pitt
b-tch i’ll bring that world war x
f-ck my ex we cashin checks
yo mans just cashed my check he work at wal-mart
and i’ll pull yo card just like hallmark
(get well soon b-tch)
i always stay in motion just like golf carts and my pockets swell up just like paul blart
got a couple mixtures in elixirs
got yo b-tches in the club we taking pictures
let down, b-tch

- yung zay x yointel x lito lyrics

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