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wuda - yns كلمات الأغنية

{hook: wuda}
louie , balmain , maison margeila, that’s that young n-gga sh-t
pull up pull off wit a n-gga b-tch, young n-gga sh-t
foreign car off da lot, pedal to the metal, young n-gga sh-t
sippin’ purple wit sum thick and yellow that’s that young n-gga sh-t

{verse 1: wuda}
i walk in the store and go crazy, designer designer designer
a hundred dollars for a line up, i lace my whole body with diamonds
i pull up in some take yo’ hoe, let me find out n-ggas broke
foreign ain’t even got a roof, see an opp i’m out it with a scope
sacks fifth with a roll, glizzy tucked and i’m sippin’ purple n-gga you a think i got a cold
white b-tch suck d-ck, real thick but she play with her nose
he was out flexing, sorry i finessed him ain’t know that was your bro
now look, foreal ain’t know
i pull up, i pull off like skrt, i give the cops that work
i do the dash, swing the -ss fishtail then i go hop in a vert
make sure ain’t f-ck up these shoes, i’m drippin’ sauce when i walk
cost me about 11 blues, be extra careful with the food
baby girl you excused, when you snooze you lose
stepping out they choose, whole body wrapped in trues
audi driving with no mileage drive it like a chevy cutting up with ya boo
couple racks off in folly’s rolling off a molly try me i’m a shoot (steph curry)

{hook}

{verse 2: king dyl}
flexed up, i just got my check up, they say that we next up
the opps gone respect us, wuda got techs up, better put that lil’ vest up
young n-ggas wit ambition, when we shoot we ain’t missin’ we love them extensions
you jus want attention, better stop all that dissin’, for you end up missin’
young n-gga i got trues on me, 20s 50s they know i got blues on me
you snooze you lose homie, we play wit them rockets in the streets ain’t no rules homie
for beezy we flex in designer, i gotta’ go hard till my time up, ssp it ain’t that hard to find us
don’t sleep they know we got nines tucked
my hood don’t play round, bodies laying ina play ground
birds chirping like a town, 100 shots ina k round, 11 shots no sp-ce jams
all my n-ggas gone do some,yeah we all gone shoot some
and we all gone bruise some, win all we don’t lose none
shots fired clear the scene n0body never knew none

- wuda

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