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ynw melly - first day out. first day in. lyrics
[intro]
young n-gg- world
b-tch
mhm
[verse 1]
fresh outta jail, louis v shirt
offset 4g’s and them b-tches got worked
run up on lil’ melly (huh), you gon get murked (you gon get)
i don’t give a f-ck, bury me in a he-rs-
lui v. chinchilla (huh)
who the f-ck rilla?
i ain’t kodak black but i am all about my sk!lla
oops pardon me i meant my skrilla
b-tch i grew up in the jungle with k!llers and them gorillas
i wanna bean, he want a perk
i ain’t f-cking with these jits and i heard he from the murk
these n-gg-s snitching, my n-gg- silent
we really robbers, k!llers and got bodies
real drug dealers (gang), candy paints seats (?)
alligator feet in that forgiato
and lil jit was strapped up walkin’ round with the choppa
bad yellow b-tch and she from opa-locka
we were trapping out the bando tryna flip a quarter key
bad yellow b-tch florida water it splash (water it splash)
she don’t wanna move cuz she got too much -ss
i was the one with the pistol in cl-ss (ooh)
i don’t give a sh-t
you ain’t ’bout that action n-gg- you can’t hit no lick (no lick)
i don’t give a d-mn (d-mn), you don’t give a f-ck (give a f-ck)
(like i’m from the f-cking murk)
we had to run through the forest with jungles and lions and cheetahs
giuseppe, margiela, we started from payless sneakers and adidas
big ak-47, knock you out your feet and k!ll your people
i am a blood b-tch, i boss in the slime, me and you not equal
how the f-ck you say a n-gg- robbed you, you ain’t even go and get your money back (get it back, get it back)
i don’t give a f-ck, i’m a goblin smokin’ on that mother f-ckin’ funny pipe (funny, funny, funny)
she don’t give a f-ck about her man, she keep tryna’ get on me (tryna’ get on me)
i’ma up the thang let it bang, let it thang like rich homie (homie)
f-ck n-gg- sh-t (sh-t), swear to got i never been a f-ck n-gg- jit
all you p-ssy n-gg-s talking like you on it, we pull up with this [?]
show me my opponent
show me my opponent, who the f-ck wanna be
these n-gg-s talkin’ like they on it until we pull up with three big guns
they ain’t nun, we shootin’ for fun
i swear to god, i’m smokin’ loud, it’s f-cking up a young n-gg- lung
b-tch i went to school with a glock (for real)
you went to school to do your homework (homework)
i don’t give a f-ck ’bout v-g-n- lil’ baby, i wanna see how your dome work
nappy headed b-tch, godd-mn did your mama ever show how a comb work?
i don’t give a f-ck ’bout sh-t and i know you heard about me
we gon’ shoot a movie, call it spike lee (fresh outta’ jail)
with the uhh in the uhh uhh eee
fresh outta jail with a louis white tee
she wanna f-ck melly, wanna be like me
wanna talk like me, walk like me, drip sauce like me, go floss like me (woahooh)
straight up out the g and she from vero beach but her -ss so fat, you though she was a georgia peach
i’m a street n-gg-, i ain’t worried ’bout a deal
f-ck n-gg-s stop it before i have to take your meal (meal)
we robbin’ in juggin’ car jackin’ tryna’ make it happen
she f-ck wit’ lil’ melly, she know that boy never be lackin’
i’m up in the pistol shootin’ in public all in traffic
free my n-gg- savage, he’s a money fanatic
this my first day out, this my first day in b-tch
haha
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