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ahhhhh, pt. 2 - yn jay lyrics

[intro: yn jay]
(i got so much enrgy)
ahhhh!
ahhh!
watch him, boy
that’s a good boy
that’s a good boy
there you go, boy
go get him, boy
yeah
okay

[verse 1: yn jay]
i’ma put the dog on the dog, let it shake somethin’
i can’t bring young dawg with me, he might take somethin’ (nope)
i can’t bring picasso out the crib, he might paint somethin’ (yeah)
if i throw my fist at your face, i’ma break somethin’
trap house slappin’ all week, this b*tch stay jumpin’ (what?)
the glock came with a rrah, this b*tch stay dumpin’ (rrah)
party every day of the week, this b*tch stay clubbin’ (d*mn)
i just met this b*tch last month, this b*tch can’t love me
b*tch, i just left the barbershop, this a clean cut (yeah)
i just slid down on the opps in a fiend truck
b*tch gon’ do whatever i say–ahhhh!
b*tch gon’ do whatever i say, let a fiend f*ck
b*tch think i play fortnite, i got v*bucks
i got all pink and blues, yeah, you got green bucks
n*ggas tried to play it cool, yeah (what the f*ck?)
i’ve been drinkin’ too much codeine, put the lean up (yeah)
if i see my n*ggas at the bottom, pick my team up
i just let the pit off the leash, he a mean mutt (ahhhh!)
i’m smooth like a baby ass, this a clean b*tt (yeah)
throwin’ money in the club, make a mess, somebody clean up
aye, let me see if i still got it, beat a fiend up
(d*mn, why you do him like that, jay?)
(alright, f*ck it, watch out, yeah)
i’ll make my fiend beat your fiend up
i’ve been drinkin’ wock’, can’t nod off, i gotta lean up (snore)
the way she throwin’ ass, it’s only right i threw some pape on her (okay)
i’m the coochie man, when i hit her, put my cape on her
i can tell she got some good coochie by the shape on her
i can tell that ass jiggle*jiggle by the shake on her (hmmm)
i can tell she was a dime piece, she had a ten on her (ahhhh)
b*tch want me to sign her coochie, put the pen on her
beat her doonies down, got her sweatin’, put the fan on her (d*mn)
only when i’m playin’ with the coochie, put my hands on her
i bought all the ones in the strip club, threw some bands on her
b*tch say she only want me, but my mans want her
d*mn
oooh
aye
hold on
[verse 2: sada baby]
ahh! i just paid a fiend to do–ahhh! oooh, huh
paid a fiend $20, do a backwards flip
huh, n*gga, broke–ahhhh! huh
n*gga broke his neck to get that dub, ain’t that some sh*t
no, n*gga
i’m a dog, gave your hoe $100, ’cause her cat do tricks
i’m a blood, i don’t give a f*ck ’bout what set you in
nah, i owe you smoke, p*ssy n*gga, that’s the debt you in
huh, the new one, that’s the ‘vette i’m in
huh, race a opp in his hoopty, bet i’ll win
start a fight, with one of my fans, to test my hands
whoop his ass, then autograph his baby mama pants
ugh, b*tch, ain’t got no ass, all thighs and calves
body shape, wrong as h*ll, sh*t got me mad
b*tch built like a ironing board, without the legs
b*tch built like a dove bar of soap, told her “no”
she can’t even give me throat, baby, i’m the goat
huh, i know my worth, it ain’t no question, kick her out the door
hmm, give a f*ck, i’m high–hmmm, a whole bunch of lean, b*tch, f*ck the dope
i’m high as h*ll and i won’t–ah–pshhh, sh*t
i’m high as h*ll and i won’t give your ass not nam stroke
give that sh*t to big wayne or somethin’, i’ll be d*mned, hoe
[?], for no ugly–no, [?] for no ugly [?]
shoot a n*gga before he learn how to leap, k!ll your tadpole
mask on, neck cold, back hole
backbone, extra strong
backbone, extra strong, bbw, still can’t touch my throne
bbw, still can’t sit on me, f*ck you on?
huh, give that sh*t–ahhh! hmm
throw that sh*t to kid l, he like it when they’re swole
if it ain’t pretty and petite, don’t bother [?]
bust on her face, [?] face, eczema cream
i’m in the trap, i’m eatin’ cuisine
i’m in the trap off kid cuisine
with the little black [?] wing
your main b*tch got [?]
and she slow, d.d.d
go hit youtube, d.d.d
yeah, [?] my feet, but i ain’t make that up
your b*tch, quick on her knees, watch her take the nut
huh, ar, got the blade, give him taper cut
i just counted 100,000, ain’t got paper cut
i’m sippin’ on soda, worth 1,000, in a paper cup
i’ll look lebron in his eyes, tell him “the lakers suck”
i’ll look a.d. in his eyebrow, tell him the same sh*t
[outro: sada baby]
i rep my team, hmm, who i came with
i’m big squad, woo, yeah
big squad, yeah, woo, big ape sh*t
red [?], n*gga, ape sh*t
hmm

- yn jay lyrics

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