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yn jay & yn que - diana ross كلمات أغنية

[intro: yn jay]
(thank you, gc)
you know what i’m sayin’? (no, julius)
i just sit back and count my motherf_ckin’ money while i f_ck bad b_tches all day (yo, stackz, open up, what the f_ck are you doin’ in there?)
you know what i’m sayin’?
you feel me?
while i sip my styrofoam cup, i got wock’ poured up
i got a eight poured up in a two liter, you know what i’m sayin’?
you know me and i got a crispy_ass outfit on
my outfit cost ten thousand, motherf_cker
you know what i’m sayin’?
and plus my jewelry, oh, my god, i’m not gon’ include that
every time i buy ice, i get it from the, the best n_gga, i get it from the best jeweler
you know what i’m sayin’?
you feel me?
when i come through, i come through
i come through in the best cars, we come through in the best nice houses
you know what i’m sayin’?
you feel me?
the best top presidential sh_t

[verse 1: yn jay]
i got a b_tch that suck d_ck, how could i miss this b_tch?
ahaha, i’m talkin’ ’bout my ex girlfriend, that b_tch mad as f_ck
’cause my new b_tch bossed up and she bad as f_ck, ayy
and my house is endless love like diana ross
old school b_tch with long hair like diana ross
b_tch say she comin’ out like diana ross
(oh, like, you wanna go out to eat, baby?)
ayy, money tall, ain’t no mountain high enough
smoke ‘wood, diana, ain’t no mountain high as us, ayy
they say, “rap bring money”, i’m signin’ up
i’m lookin’ for a maybach, i’m tryna find a truck
ayy, yn que, that’s my blood brother
me and lou’ grew from the ground, that’s my mud brother
ayy, you lookin’ for gustavo? that’s my plug brother
threw ten thousand in the titty bar, that’s the club money
i ain’t make this off rap, this drug money
took somebody sh_t, this that get it back in blood money
i shot a n_gga, then robbed him, i got blood money
you be flasin’ other people knot, that’s blood money
i love the streets, but i don’t really get no love from it
[verse 2: yn que]
short n_gga with some dreads, that was probably me
black n_gga with a ak, that was probably me
i’ll put them k!llers on your ass like some ksubi jeans
slam dunk in your b_tch like i’m tim duncin
i just bought a four of tristine, cost me six hunnid
i heard you finna crash out ’cause your b_tch f_ckin’
treat the bag like a gymnast and flip somethin’
b_tch lookin’ at me like a snack, she wanna l!ck somethin’
take my b_tch to every store in the mall and tell her pick somethin’
you lil’ n_ggas broke as h_ll but always jokin’
i bet my lungs black as h_ll ’cause i’m always smokin’
f_ck n_gga mad at the world ’cause he ain’t got no motion
i be mad as h_ll at tron when he ain’t got no potion
b_tch, i been deep in that water but i’m not with moses
i just gave my b_tch some flowers but not no roses
told my n_gga, “we can get rich, you just gotta focus”
i’ll make a n_gga disappear, hocus_pocus
i just rushed out this b_tch crib ’cause i ain’t have no trojans (thank you, gc)

[outro: yn jay]
i ain’t fishin’ on the lake if i can’t find no goldfish
went fishin’, threw the bait in the water and i caught my old b_tch
d_mn
like, how you— how you out here like that? (no, julius)
i ain’t even try to ehh, but you just right there, so i’ma
you know what i’m sayin’?

- yn jay yn que

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