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autograph - yn jay lyrics

[intro: yn jay]
(enrgy, made this one)
hold on

[verse 1: yn jay]
b*tch want me to sign her coochie, i ain’t got no pen
why the f*ck you pull up by yourself? i’m tryna f*ck your friend
my brother que look just like me, that is not my twin
how the f*ck you know the username, and you forgot the pin?
how the f*ck you make a liquor stop, and you forgot the henn?
i can’t see these n*ggas hatin’ through my f*ckin’ lens
i gotta pray, lord please forgive me for my sins
gotta appreciate the loss, appreciate the wins
draco in the passenger seat, i’m ridin’ with my man
ooh, i see the b*tches staring hard, i had to hit my dance
i just pulled out a big ass knot, i d*mn near ripped my pants
b*tch brought me coochie for dinner, don’t forget the head
cruisin’ on the bike with a glock, can’t forget my [?]
ridin’ around with 2 banana clips, i can’t forget my legs
i ain’t special ed, before i leave, can’t forget my meds
f*cked around, got in some bullsh*t, i gotta clear my dreads
pj, that’s my right hand, that’s my f*ckin’ man
politickin’ tryna make a plan, where my uncle sam?
i’ll beat your ass, i bet money, you ain’t got no hands
if i ever got caught up in a jam, i am not gon ran
i mean i’m not gon run
why you always in some bullsh*t? you ain’t got no gun
bro been on the block all day, he is not no bum
pull up on his block, make a beat, you ain’t got no drum
[verse 2: icewear vezzo]
put the thing on her tongue, she ain’t got no taste
shoot a n*gga in his head, he ain’t got no face
i done whacked all the witness, they ain’t got no case
i done put rims on a bent, it ain’t got no plates
d*mn, i mean got no l’s
count the money to my hands, ain’t got no nails
f*ck around, shoot a cop, i got the glock on 12
f*cked around and poured all the lean, ain’t no pop on shelves
man, i’m on some burnt sh*t
rob a n*gga for his chain, and a percs script
so much water on my, i can surf with
shoot a n*gga in his t**th, til his shirt split
sn*tch a n*gga b*tch so fast, that her purse ripped
it’s my chain or your life, you ain’t got no choice
she gave me throat so long, she ain’t got no voice
and every n*gga on the court, cause the shot off point
yeah, we done up’ed the score, they ain’t got no points
yeah, that’s my old b*tch
f*ck around, took his hoe on a road trip
put the burner on his eye like the stove lit
i’ll set my cousin up on some hoe sh*t
treat the glock like a stripper, do pole tricks
yeah, i done robbed every n*gga i rolled with
([?]), i’m on some hoe sh*t

- yn jay lyrics

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