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yn jay & rio da yung og - main thang كلمات أغنية

[intro: yn jay]
(it’s a wayne beat)
yeah, sh_t (f_ck the fire, we got grease)

[verse 1: yn jay]
this lil’ b_tch think i love her, she must be a fool
my opp just died yesterday, i seen him on the news
this lil’ b_tch think i want her friend, but she don’t have a clue
i really want to hit her mama, i’m tryna make her boo
i’m tryna make that lil’ b_tch my main thang
diamonds on my neck, look how my chains sw_ng
d_mn, time goin’ by fast, look how the game change
this n_gga died for some clout, it was a fame thang
ayy, should i hit this b_tch?
i hit his car with some tools, i’m tryna fix some sh_t
this lil’ b_tch said she want some money, should i pimp this b_tch?
i shot my shot at bernice, hope i don’t miss this b_tch
my b_tch left, i’m mad she gone but i don’t miss this b_tch
i shot the game_winning shot, hope i don’t miss this b_tch
stake the paper like kfc, i’m on my chicken sh_t
i know a old school ready to k!ll and he 66
tryna smoke somebody
he probably owe somebody
you want some drank? you need an eight? i probably know somebody
i probably smoke somebody
i probably k!ll somebody
or i might get you kidnapped, i probably steal somebody
even when n0body knew me, i was still somebody
i gave you smoke, you said it was beef? i’m finna grill somebody
grabbin’ ass in the club, i’m tryna feel somebody
tryna feel some booty, she let me feel her coochie
i walked in with some dog sh_t but it’s not real dookie
chris rock, new jack city, you the real pookie
she ain’t got no bbl, she got her real booty
he ain’t do sh_t but he with dog, so i’ma still shoot him
[verse 2: rio da yung og]
double cup, drinkin’ mud in the f_ckin’ party
bp everything, i ain’t goin’ out—
bp everything, i won’t go out like shorty
two days on drank, and i’m down forty
two goyard bags full, all hundreds
you ever seen two million cash, honey?
that’s my son bankroll on me, bro, that’s cass money
i’m not shootin’ while we on cam’, i’m not a crash dummy
of course, i know your plug, i bought some glass from him
of course, i hit that b_tch, she gave some ass to me
i’m a eight figure n_gga, i never had money
i just got a shank made, i’m tryna stab somethin’
where the julio?
how you do that clappin’ sh_t with your booty, ho?
i ain’t talk to bro that much, but i got louis on
right now it’s just me and j, he made the coochie song
i just bought my b_tch some gucci thongs
i love some petite sh_t, bae, your booty small
my young n_ggas havin’ gaffle, what i’ma do with y’all?
can’t even take ’em to the store ’cause they gon’ shoot the mall up
he had eight pints of wock’, i had to scoop ’em all up
like if you really eatin’, feed your dog somethin’
they caught him when his week was endin’, f_cked his sunday up
my b_tch unshared her lo’, bro, i think some up
before i even went fed’, i had a hundred bucks, yeah
and i don’t even need that edd sh_t, but i f_ck with donald trump
they caught him at mcdonald’s, now ronald stuck
i got like seventy on me, let me count it up
factory wheels on the v but it’s mounted up
i bulletproof this b_tch, it’s a armored truck

- yn jay rio da yung og

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