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yae of fly high or die - introducing taye kenall كلمات الأغنية

[intro]

[verse 1]
looking like the motherf-cking grinch in this b-tch
starving a shark, now i’m swimming with the fish
i’ll be eating again
you can bet your lucky fin
got away, then lucky them
it’s real son, i don’t think y’all ever joke again
for real dun, acting like i got a movie gun
empty out the bag or you gon’ have to do the smoothie run
off top, i just want the funds not to ruin ’em
f-cking up the money if you’re shooting ’em
i be on the lurk for the chippers even if a n-gga cool with us
catch him slippng while he cruisin’, choosin’ on a honey
sn-tch his chain, watch, rings & the keys to his hummie
keep it low key, no stunting, we the crooks boy
what the l!ck read? it’s a good book
robin hood in robin’s hood & it’s a good look
no profit, then i’m at trophies like gold d’s
double burgers with cheese, miss me with that “brotha'” speech
i don’t need knowledge
n-gga i need dollars
preferable yours, or become one with your dashboard
you see the heat, i ain’t talking ’bout away game
it’s self explanatory should i even have to ask for it?
you driving something i ain’t even got the cash for
i’m in a bucket rav4, with a smashed back door
so what you think you getting jacked for
i asked for it, but they never gave me what i wanted
so i’m chris brown, gimme that or you can run it
young money in your pockets then you’re probably getting punished
better hide it all from me, ribs touching, your rims chunky
see you getting dough and your breads baking real fluffy
big guns humble the strong type
better pray that you don’t pump your brakes at the wrong light
flat line, you ain’t satisfied with your long life
i’m packing like bowls if you bubble like bong pipes
you shook then it’s alright
i’d be like you if i was in your shoes
making a mess in my fruit of the looms, in your room
like what’s the code or bro we are gonna have a long night
i’ll let you live, you play your cards right
if not, your carpet covered in carmine
shots fired serenade n-ggas evenings
it’s black hoody season & crooks sing along like

- yae of fly high or die

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