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free ysl - yn jay & louie ray lyrics

[intro]
it’s a wayne beat

[verse 1: louie ray]
i’m finna overdo the wok, i’m getting high as h*ll
this somebody merch i got on, but i’m fly as h*ll
i’m on the top floor chilling, intercontenell
i feel mistreated out here too, i’m like free ysl
got hundreds on top of hundreds, [?]
[?] my n*ggas [?] off drank [?]
she ain’t just lose herself out here, she lost me as well
n*gga, to survive [?] have to be [?]
back [?] smoke, 20 off the smell
it’s 20 bucks an 8th, grab it off the scale
big guns for whoever think i’m small and frale
sh*t get crazier еvery day, it’s like we livе in h*ll

[verse 2: yn jay]
why you so loud, bro? you ain’t gotta yell
my n*gga get locked up so much, like he live by the jail
he out here sweating [?] hard, i think he ’bout to tell
got so much mud up in my cup, i think it’s ’bout to spill
i pour more drank inside my cup, until it’s ’bout to spill
i got [?] i ain’t gotta sell
[?] trapping all day, but he ain’t caught a sale
i’ve been [?] they call me papa bear
how you get this gun [?] chop in there
looking for him, [?]
clean him up, i got the mop in here
the city realise what i did, bro, you ain’t gotta care
fall asleep [?] i’ve been getting high all day
[?] bas*m*nt, she been getting high all day
b*tch asked me to send a location, i told her find your way
funny ass n*gga, i told a b*tch she got a ryno face
[verse 3: louie ray]
jay threw a party just for drank, call it the pour out
i booked the other side and threw a party, call it the smoke out
this jewelry got me [?] wore a coat out
important than a motherf*cker, brought [?]
the streets f*cked up, in real life, they love to show out
these n*ggas do sh*t for no reason, so i don’t go out
these homicides like suicides, if you ask me
you can’t be going to catch one body, 45 [?]

[verse 4: yn jay]
you know you shouldn’t be riding around on the backstreets
pull up white escolade, v with the black seats
b*tch got a long neck, she can suck it from the backseat
hood n*ggas bairley selling drugs, ’cause the crack cheap
i’m looking for some sh*t that you can’t find, like where the ac be?
i’m the odd n*gga out the circle, i’m the black sheep
i think this b*tch pregnant, she got fat feet
you just tryna entertain the fans, fake rap beef
two n*ggas [?] the hood, i know that [?]
i got a tool in my jack, boy, kodak beef

[verse 5: louie ray]
[?] for a couple months, right back beef
[?] we be right back [?]

- yn jay louie ray lyrics

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