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snap - yamine lyrics

(intro)
(dhayesproductions)
[king]

(chorus)
i’m like move (woah aye aye)
i don’t ever wanna have a phony in my crew (naw aw aw)
can’t trust n0body,especially those close to you (no never)
yo k!ller might have a smile, and be in the same room (woo woo)
keep yo eyes on these haters and watch the way you move (oh yeah yeah)

(post*chorus)
watch the way you move (oh yeah yeah)
homie just watch the way you move (oh yeah yeah)(repeat 3xs)

(verse 1)
stop selling weed online, posting it up on the gram
cops setting meet times, catch you slipping with the fams
ops know your location, cuz you leaked it in the photo
oh no there he goes though
he done spinned yo block in a circle
49 bullets just went through your rib
oh sh*t here he comes at the crib to finish you off once again
your life has just been spared, but you run to your friends
them n*ggas set you up, and now all they do is pretend
now your dead with the heavenly father in heaven
everyone posting rip on their timelines saying you was they friend
half of these clowns ain’t even know you
that’s that fake sympathy
all this for clout and publicity
it’s all coming from the enemy
you should’ve been alive doing research in school
instead you wanted 5 stars now you got bullets in your womb
you ain’t even think of your family who’s gonna mourn you most
your momma out here crying her eyes after burying her baby boy
you treated life like a toy, now god don’ took yo ass away
you took the wrong path, to these streets you was a slave
every n*gga in yo gang left you out in the grass to decay
your gone now, and they live they life everyday
you should be in college studying the brain
corporate america makes our lives not ok
you push minimum wage but don’t want a better job for the long run
you rather be on foodstamps and live in poverty with a newborn
[break*interlude]
oh yeah oh yeah, oh yeah
{yyyamine with the hook bruh}

{beat*switch}

(verse 2)
these nasty hoes getting popular off getting pregnant
baby daddies a crackhead, b*tch you in a segment
you suck d*ck don’t spit, swallow kids and give birth
he nut quick then dipped, that’s her fault i warned her
you should’ve been with a real n*gga like me
she would’ve been successful instead of relying on d
they like taking b*lls to the face, she on offense, all playbook
aw sh*t, i just hit the arteries, straight crook’
ceddy nash, straight inspiration he keep it g like colgate
what’s frustrating is people not wanting to motivate
you look out for others in your circle
if you all eating then you’ll have no enemies in your bubble
learn to be the thermostat not the thermometer
never put your trust in n*ggas even if they promise something
quote straight from tip, you see me
i study the ogs in this rap game faithfully
if you really wanna keep longevity eventually you will be in the game for decades
no matter the age look at juicy j goat of the hoe chant game
he sampled sh*t got rich, they sampled back and he got paid
you find ways to twist the top
then rewind and catch phrase
i like b, but gave so many opportunities away
then went to m she loved me back but i was afraid
to say i’m in love i just had them guessing
my pants started advancing, i ain’t wanna get her hyped up
i’m like the only real n*gga left now pipe up

- yamine lyrics

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