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yn jay – autograph كلمات اغاني

[intro: yn jay]
(enrgy, made this one)
hold on

[verse 1: yn jay]
b_tch want me to sign her coochie, i ain’t got no pen
why the f_ck you pull up by yourself? i’m tryna f_ck your friend
my brother que look just like me, that is not my twin
how the f_ck you know the username, and you forgot the pin?
how the f_ck you make a liquor stop, and you forgot the henn?
i can’t see these n_ggas hatin’ through my f_ckin’ lens
i gotta pray, lord please forgive me for my sins
gotta appreciate the loss, appreciate the wins
draco in the passenger seat, i’m ridin’ with my man
ooh, i see the b_tches staring hard, i had to hit my dance
i just pulled out a big ass knot, i d_mn near ripped my pants
b_tch brought me coochie for dinner, don’t forget the head
cruisin’ on the bike with a glock, can’t forget my [?]
ridin’ around with 2 banana clips, i can’t forget my legs
i ain’t special ed, before i leave, can’t forget my meds
f_cked around, got in some bullsh_t, i gotta clear my dreads
pj, that’s my right hand, that’s my f_ckin’ man
politickin’ tryna make a plan, where my uncle sam?
i’ll beat your ass, i bet money, you ain’t got no hands
if i ever got caught up in a jam, i am not gon ran
i mean i’m not gon run
why you always in some bullsh_t? you ain’t got no gun
bro been on the block all day, he is not no bum
pull up on his block, make a beat, you ain’t got no drum
[verse 2: icewear vezzo]
put the thing on her tongue, she ain’t got no taste
shoot a n_gga in his head, he ain’t got no face
i done whacked all the witness, they ain’t got no case
i done put rims on a bent, it ain’t got no plates
d_mn, i mean got no l’s
count the money to my hands, ain’t got no nails
f_ck around, shoot a cop, i got the glock on 12
f_cked around and poured all the lean, ain’t no pop on shelves
man, i’m on some burnt sh_t
rob a n_gga for his chain, and a percs script
so much water on my, i can surf with
shoot a n_gga in his t__th, til his shirt split
sn_tch a n_gga b_tch so fast, that her purse ripped
it’s my chain or your life, you ain’t got no choice
she gave me throat so long, she ain’t got no voice
and every n_gga on the court, cause the shot off point
yeah, we done up’ed the score, they ain’t got no points
yeah, that’s my old b_tch
f_ck around, took his hoe on a road trip
put the burner on his eye like the stove lit
i’ll set my cousin up on some hoe sh_t
treat the glock like a stripper, do pole tricks
yeah, i done robbed every n_gga i rolled with
([?]), i’m on some hoe sh_t

- yn jay

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