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old school party - yn jay & rmc mike lyrics

[intro: yn jay]
yeah
yeah
my n*gga mike on the phone in the backroom
you know this drake and josh sh*t series, man, this deluxe time, right?
you know that, right?
you know what i’m saying? this the drop you been waiting for, right?
right?
yeah
f*ck

[verse: yn jay & rmc mike]
b*tch got a big ass bag on her, is you moving in?
i just walked in an old school party, is you groving in?
n*gga didn’t take his ass to work, is you snoozing in?
how could a n*gga ever lose, if i choose to win?
how the f*ck you
how the f*ck you think with no [?] she got some ass now
b*tch coochie used to be good, but it’s trash now
went to school for an extra year, i know math now
how you stank so bad, you need to take a bath now?
b*tch, you need to get between the crack, ah
b*tch, you need to get between the crack, wash your ass now
[?] that’s the ass sound
tryna make the whole room laugh, i’m thе class clown
multiply, subtract, then divide, i can’t add now
you can hear thе creekings through the wind, that’s the grass sound
i be counting old school blues, that’s the jazz sound
oh you need a thousand some boles? come to yak’s sound
she tryna run off with a bag, and got [?] down
fat
fat
fat
[?]
eh, i’m finna clear the scene
i’m drunk driving, highest [?] i be spilling lean
mike amiris on my ass now, not no billy jeans
either you with me or you ain’t, no in between
b*tch got a dirty living room, but the kitchen clean
your b*tch keep on calling my phone, talking ’bout pimp me, please
aw sh*t
i’m finna do this though
ok
drag race down a n*gga block, like i’m kenneth bailey
drop 60 sh*lls in [?]
b*tch, you only cook on weekends, i’m in the kitchen daily
i just met a 38 year old, he got 16 babies
how the f*ck you [?] with all these 16 80’s
she sucked my d*ck and i dip, do you miss me, baby?
b*tch cooked some sweet ass cornbread, is that jiffy, baby?
no [?] in my orange juice, is that simpley, baby?
i cut your ass off quick, don’t tempt me, baby
i hit the back of the coochie, you gotta tip me, baby
how do you want it?
how do you?
jojo like ksi
back recording heat, we just set a trend
knocked the door down to the rap game, they wouldn’t let us in
f*ck [?] my b*tch, no, she got 11 friends
we almost beat the whole gang, we on leavel 10
f*cked 2 hoes that look alike, i’m seperating twins
i can tell you how to drive my car, ah
i can tell you how to drive my car, deminstrait my benz
[?]
gonna get into it with lil jay, like did you sell my pint?
i’m tryna f*ck my cousin b*tch, can you tell his wife?
she don’t put no seasoning on her chicken, you can tell she white
gave her ass more than one chance, and then she failed me twice

- yn jay rmc mike lyrics

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