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different race - yn jay lyrics

[intro]
(f*ck the fire, we got grease)
(it’s a wayne beat)
i mean, like, i’m just tryna figure out, you know? (ooh, it’s bluestrip, baby)
i mean
ah

[verse]
i just met a b*tch, she a whole ‘nother race
she don’t even show her face, she be covered up
n*ggas out here hittin’ b*tches raw, you better cover up
beat a bad b*tch on the sheet, i put the cover up
baby girl say she a muslim, i told her i’m a christian, we gon’ make it work
me and bro racin’ to the top, who gon’ make it first?
all the sh*t i do for the city—
naw, i can’t say that, i’ma make the church
i just let my hotline bling, i’ma make you chirp
if i hit the baby ‘cross the back, i can make it burp
if i put my board on the water, i can make it surf
i just made a b*tch pindrop, i can make it jerk
b*tch said she never did a dance, i can make it twerk
i can make you twerk right now
i can make a b*tch bust it open, let me see somethin’
i was thinkin’ ’bout a million dollars, got my knee jumpin’
i ain’t had no food all day, i gotta eat somethin’
b*tch only eat mcdonalds, she got a cheap stomach
how the f*ck i tell— d*mn
how could i tell you was a fiend? you be t**th rubbin’
how the f*ck i see through— through the book that i’m tryna f*ckin’—
i’m tryna read somethin’
i can see through the words, i’m tryna see, i be—
d*mn, i’m tryna— (yeah)
what you tryna do?
i just pulled up presidential like barack, the obama dude
b*tch bust down the whole sample, it was chopped and screwed
i just cut his body up in halves, it was chopped in twos
somebody spilled some spaghetti at this f*ckin’ rich*ass restaurant
you almost slipped and fell? almost dropped my food
and i forgot i had my burner, almost dropped my tool
and the cops hit my one spot, i had to flush my food
they gon’ thought i sh*tted in the toilet, had to flush my food
unc’ll beat your ass about his beer, you better not touch his booze
n*gga smokin’ on some bullsh*t weed, you be smokin’ glue
your b*tch just sucked my d*ck, she was chokin’ too
d*mn
why the f*ck you said, “d*mn?” ’cause i just seen some sh*t
me and my ex*b*tch in the club on some single sh*t
b*tch just want my attention, she tryna make me mad
b*tch, i’ll never get mad at your silly ass
swervin’ left and right in the ghost, you wanna see me crash
all i ever wanna did was score, she wanna see me pass
i was tryna take this sh*t slow, she wanna see me fast
i just left out her life fast, i was gone like flash
i just had to put a b*tch out, she was gone like trash
every time it’s up, you never fight with your scary ass
i don’t wanna hit your main b*tch, she got a hairy ass
you gon’ probably hit her from the back with your nasty ass
you gon’ probably drink some bullsh*t lean, you be passin’ gas
drivin’ quick in a lamborghini, i be crashin’ fast
how the f*ck you make it to the top? i was stashin’ cash
that’s my phone ringing
[outro]
man, what’s up, man? what do you want, man?
you always callin’, man, you never want anything, man (ooh, it’s bluestrip, baby)

- yn jay lyrics

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