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ytr-clout - law remix كلمات الأغنية

[intro: ytr-clout & jaydayoungan]
this lil ruff live from the f-ckin’ pen, you heard me?
i got three rules for you b-tch -ss n-gg-s out there
you f-ck with dayoungan, i’ma smoke you
you f-ck with dayoungan, i’ma smoke you
you f-ck with dayoungan, i’ma smoke you
straight out the gate, sleep on me if you want to
f-ck with 23 sh-t, stop playingevery day i’m tryna be a better me
one feet in the door the other feet still in the streets
without my daily drugs it make it hard for me to eat
without my f-cking rod it’s hard for me to sleep
why since i done came up they lookin’ at me different?
but i won’t never change up, that sh-t just ain’t my business
swear i hate being famous, i’d rather be in the trenches
tell me how the f-ck they blame us, we gotta go and get it
i ain’t beefing with no n-gg- if that sh-t ain’t ’bout a penny
how the f-ck you end up missing but the main one say you was with mef-ck them n-gg-s who turned witness, the judge handing n-gg-s fifty
jim ‘nem got hit with twenty, my time could be any minute
that sh-t ridiculous, that’s why i be chilling
but willing to show you that i ain’t pretending
only spit facts, all that other sh-t whack
yeah i hear how they say i don’t rap what i’m living
well listen to that, run up, get your sh-t cracked
i’ma take off your hat and just leave your sh-t missing
i’ma really up, i be finessing packs
i might shoot out of town and blow bags out in lenox
got tears in my eyes, my pain they don’t feel it
no i ain’t gon’ lie, right now i’m in my feelings love all my guys, two times this sh-t i’m living
everything on the line so i can’t get caught slipping
was raised up in the south so you know i be throwing fours
i don’t give a f-ck ’bout no b-tch, all i care ’bout is my bros
no i never did have sh-t, all i dreamed of was to glow
i swear y’all what made me sick
why speak on the sh-t if you don’t really know?
(ytr-clout part)
i f-cked yo momma, made her skip her period no comma, im from the south where we bout that drama, beat that p-ssy up just like a lamma hit them with the crip man im throwing up my set, take 6 bullets to the chest, n-gg- f-ck yo sister, then f-cked her friend, thats yo sister n-gg-, you ain’t gone do sh-t, me and dayoungan trappin b-tch, pull up with glocks, aks, and 47s, 6 point star we pull up with elevens, if they got sum to say f-ck it, , i get the 50, ill k!ll his -ss and put his blood in a bucket, d-mn, now let me f-ck yo b-tch, now let me hit a lick, get that cash, dont move or ima blast, i swear her stomach hurting, ill make it feel better with my d-ck. this sh-t just make me sick, bout to start a heist, bout to take yo sh-t, you know me and jay be staying lit, now let me p-ss the bars because im bout to break, i ain’t got no room for no snakes, 6 poppin, 5 droppin, bk all day, wanna order a hit, better pay (on gawd) c187, co-rip, code word for dont f-ck wit us crips
(jaydayoungan)
i swear y’all what made me sick
why speak on the sh-t if you don’t really know?
sometimes i be mad as a b-tch
what they don’t see k!ll me the most
jump in my way and get hit with the stick
bet i won’t miss when i up with the pole
look at my neck, check out how it glist’try to take this and i’m sn-tching your soul
almost got hit tryna rob a lick
should’ve blew off his sh-t but the rest would’ve told
when i was young daddy gone on the joes
uncles and cousins work over a stovedon’t f-ck with n-gg-s, they act just like hoes
shout out to the og’s that gave me the ropes
stop playing lil b-tch, ‘fore your -ss get exposed
i done been hurt, it won’t happen no more
show after show, just did one on the coast
just poured up a deuce, next time its a four
i’m stuck in the game, i’m just tryna make it out please stay in your lane, don’t wanna take you out
free my brother chapo, they just put him on lockdown
i know some real steppers who won’t make a sound
[outro]
real steppers who won’t make a sound, yeah yeah
i know some real steppers ready to lay you down, yeah
when you talkin’ ’bout this it make me jack you out your pound, yeah
n-gg-s be talking sh-t, what happened when he slapped you around?
haha, but we ain’t gon’ speak on that though

- ytr clout

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