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yn jay – hahaha كلمات اغاني

[intro: yn jay]
(yeah, baby, you did this one)
yeah

[verse 1: yn jay]
i got a gun so big, i bet i could stop time if i shoot this b_tch
an eight ball so motherf_ckin’—
i got an eight ball, yeah, this sh_t straight drop
she gon’ drop dead [?] this b_tch
n_gga tried k!ll his b_tch—, d_mn
n_gga tried to domestic violence
escalade with two [?], i’m finna shoot this b_tch
[?] ’em down, two point conversion, i’ma poont this b_tch
d_mn, i mean punt this b_tch
freak b_tch ain’t never had s_x—, ah
freak b_tch ain’t never had good d_ck, i’m finna hump this b_tch
naw, i don’t really wanna f_ck, b_tch, suck this d_ck
freak b_tch—, d_mn
freak b_tch forgot to put on f_ckin’ deodorant and came out on some musty sh_t
b_tch walk around with winkled feet on some crusty sh_t
[?] you bad on some dusty sh_t
n_gga pulled up in an old school, but it was really old school on some rusty sh_t
switch my mac around, it’s a double clip
i done came through with the bundle clip
wwe, i’m on some rumble sh_t
if you don’t like me, i’m on some “f_ck you” sh_t
if i pull my gun out, i’ma bust you quick
boomin’ westbrook, on my russell sh_t
d_mn, i had a whole motherf_ckin’ street slapper
baby on the track, got the beat slappin’
ready for app—, d_mn, aight
ready for applause, got my heat clappin’
ready for the f_ckin’ studio, i keep rappin’
f_ck the rap game, i keep trappin’
trap house beat out, i keep slappin’
b_tch suckin’ d_ck all not, got her knees ashy
[bridge: yn jay & lil yachty]
hahahaha, hahaha, hahahaha
(go)

[verse 2: lil yachty]
in the name of the lord, we need all the m’s (go)
can’t stripe them blue hundreds, i put [?]
hundred twenty thousand dollars, certified gem
all the ball hard head n_ggas crimson chin (boom)
i done took a few l’s, but i was born to win (slatt)
really what i rap, ask those who swore me in (blttt)
we ain’t really seen ’em, all you sure you swore you came
must’ve ate for long, how’s gang starvin’?
f_ck my ho’s [?] skip class (come on)
really should’ve been at icu how i sip glass (boom)
bullets get to flyin’, bet the biggest one run fast
i’ve been talkin’ maybach’s and contracts (go)
was 17 usin’ big benz for door dash
couldn’t get a rack, now i’m thankful [?] cash
my brother smiled when he greet his child, he grew up fowl (yeah)
pray to god he stay up out the streets for a little while (yes)
gave mama forty k the other day, i need a new problem
my sister want a new car, my poppa want a new gun
i’m bustin’ in my shorty every time i want a new son (yes)
i’m grippin’ this b_tch h_ll again, now she need a new bun
i used to be the joke that people spoke, i think that we won
we pull up fifty deep that ain’t the way, they like “what he on?”
a million [?] young n_ggas still get those p’s gone
i never sip on drank around people when he gone
[outro: lil yachty]
it’s time, put that sh_t up

- yn jay

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