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yn jay - rey mysterio lyrics
[intro: yn jay]
(it’s a wayne beat)
hold on
[verse 1: yn jay]
i just pulled up with dogsh_t, look like hogsh_t
i just shoot my shot from the three, it was all wrist
i just hit her on my tippy_toes, she a tall b_tch
i probably got your b_tch number on my call list
make your b_tch wait for two hours, on my stall sh_t
keep a shotgun behind the counter, on my paw sh_t
cross a n_gga up like i’m chris, on my paul sh_t
hah, why you do that, jay?
b_tch let me f_ck because i’m, yeah, ’cause i’m the coochie man
hah
walked in with my coochie friends, it’s a coochie group
b_tch, i don’t wanna get no head, what that coochie do?
ooh_ah
i’ll get to growlin’ in this b_tch like a lion do
.223s make your car stop like a siren do
b_tch, your eye keep twitchin’, who you lyin’ to?
you ain’t know i had a record label? who you signin’ to?
when i’m in the kitchen, i be cookin’, think i’m fryin’ food
i don’t takе pictures, when i shoot, i need a stabilizer
how you hit thе road with no money? you can’t pay a driver
i’ll tie a p_ssy n_gga up with a cable wire
[verse 2: rio da yung og]
i just got into it with my lil’ b_tch ’cause i came inside her
i’ma pull up in a long white van like a cable driver
we really bite, we don’t bark, you an ankle_biter
tryna redecorate my new crib, i went table shoppin’
ain’t been on big beaver in a minute, i’m on maple shoppin’
yeah, you know i had to hit revive
drop thirty shots and spin around, see if he still alive
i got tremendous aim with the glock, i can hit a fly
hit a lame n_gga in the top with the chop, he got his sk!llet fried
i’ll get to poppin’ everywhere like when chicken fryin’
the plug just threw me one bird, it’s a chicken flyin’
baby, stop tryna touch my d_ck, four_nickel by it
grab the best pot out granny kitchen, drop a zip inside it
[verse 3: yn jay & rio da yung og]
f_ckin’ this b_tch real good, you see my hip providin’
seventeen in each pocket, you see a brick divided
i ain’t prepare to hit the n_gga in his head, i had to improvise
this is my 2020 ‘lac, this is not enterprise’s
i might drop an amg truck and let my b_tch drive it
whip my d_ck out in the dark, let my b_tch find it
my b_tch cheated, i wasn’t trippin’, uh_uh, uh_uh
my b_tch cheatin’, i wasn’t, uh
my b_tch cheated, i wasn’t trippin’, but she poured my drank out, i was finna fight her
i done f_cked every b_tch in michigan ’cause i trick sometimes
i don’t wanna f_ck when i’m off lean ’cause i get tired
light a n_gga up, one strike, that’s a big lighter
i really like to break down, but i sold a brick one time
cars just came in the mail from the 619
shot two hoes fightin’ at the club, the big one died
asked me why i drink a lot of cough syrup, ’cause i be sick sometimes
i ain’t never sold no (ah)
i ain’t never sold no (roof), but i sold a pill one time
i don’t know rey mysterio, but i’ma 619
i need to buy a rolex ’cause i forget my time
i can’t forget my iron, iron (hah)
alright, yeah
i don’t got on rico clothes, i can’t forget my iron
i can’t leave my people at the bottom, can’t forget my tribe
b_tch asked me what’s my zodiac? don’t forget my sign
funny as h_ll talkin’ to my b_tch, i forget my lie
[interlude: rio da yung og]
yeah, let me tell you
alright, multitask when i went in, when i went
alright, multitask when i, ah
i could roll
i could roll a blunt
alright, watch this
[verse 4: rio da yung og]
i could roll a blunt, text my b_tch, drive, and shoot the stick
take the pill, r disturb her peace, no ludacris
i just took a bougie b_tch to bucharest
you probably hit me up last night, but i ain’t see the text
my jeweler said i can’t get another chain ’cause he need some rest
[outro: rio da yung og]
ah, let me up, i need to stretch
f_ck her with my gun in my hand, havin’ evil s_x
f_ck, her, yeah
her bad_ass son touched my palm angels shirt, now i got cheeto prints
yeah
burn the scene up after i bust, they ain’t see no prints, man
and i’ll throw a— ball on my tebow sh_t, alright
f_ck around and have to— the pizza man, on my t.o. sh_t, ooh
and i’ll drop a n_gga every tuesday, on my p.o. sh_t, n_gga, yeah
and i got my chain from golden sun, let me see your sh_t
yeah, and thirty racks for the watch, let me see your wrist, yeah
n_gga, and i only drink wock’, you can keep your tris, yeah
and just sent me ten lines of that, you can keep your six, alright
y’all n_ggas don’t be on sh_t, yeah
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