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[intro: yn que]
baby, i need it pr_nto
beat it up like a bongo
baby, i need you pr_nto (jerry, what the f_ck?)
beat it up like a bongo

[verse 1: yn que]
i need it pr_nto
i don’t want no more backwoods, i need a fronto
b_tch gave me head in the whip, i’m dodgin’ potholes
baby, why you doin’ that?
bring your freaky_ass over here, like, how you movin’ that?
i ain’t lookin’ for no d_mn relationship, b_tch, i’m through with that
yeah, but i can build with you
baby, let me be your ride or die, i wanna k!ll with you
five shots of remy for the night, i’m finna drill in you
love to hit you up on free time when i’m feelin’ you
baby say she got that waterfall, let me feel in you, hmm
i done really seen things
baby wanna f_ck with the gang ’cause we the dream team
i been pourin’ up wockesha, you sippin’ green lean
i might pop a bottle of champagne, doin’ my d_mn thang
got a bad b_tch, and she goin’ both ways
and she ain’t want for sh_t because we both paid

[verse 2: yn jay]
how the f_ck your feet dam— ahh
how the f_ck your feet so d_mn— ahh
how the f_ck your feet— d_mn
how the f_ck your feet so d_mn perfect? is your toes fake?
why the f_ck your face so d_mn long? is your nose fake?
why the f_ck your shoes got three g’s? is your clothes fake?
i just pulled a hundred thousand dollars out my old safe
finna buy a crib on stem lane, that’s my old place
i remember days when i was broke for my, aha, birthday, buy a old cake
used assault rifle, bought a old k
two_hundred_fifty_six_thousand in my old bank
white and gold bust down band with the rose face
bad b_tch, pretty_ass feet with the toes paint
b_tch compressin’ ass in the jeans but the— d_mn
b_tch compressin’ ass in the jeans but the ‘bows ain’t
tired of you dancin’ on my yeah but the pole ain’t
n_gga got a solid cubin on but the gold fake
you can scr_p his yeah off his r, it was gold paint
pull up in a b_tter pecan, it was all white
i just seen a bunch of p_ssy n_ggas, it was all dyk_s
i just beat a b_tch doonies down, it was all night
i just threw a jab seven times, it was all rights
i can’t open door for the police, it was all rights
i just pulled up doin’ wheelies, it was all bikes
pull up with a glock 23, it was all mikes
pull up from three, glock two_threes, it was all mikes
pull up with three glock two_threes, it was all mikes
(oh, you talkin’ ’bout like michael jordan? or you was talkin’ ’bout like)
(oh, you had the ehh and the yeah, and the ahh, sh_t)
ayy, had the ehh and the yeah, and the and ahh, sh_t
don’t put your hand on that stove, them some hot grits
i can tell she wanna f_ck, she got thot tits
i can tell she suck d_ck, she got thot lips
why your watch don’t tic_toc? it go toc_tic
i just broke in the game like locksmith
yeah, i’m thug life too, on my pac sh_t

- yn jay yn que

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