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stupid & crazy - yn jay lyrics

[intro: yn jay]
ah, what the f*ck
ayy, this b*tch stupid
ayy, she crazy
ayy, this lil’ b*tch—

[verse 1: yn jay]
this b*tch stupid, d*mn, this b*tch crazy
ha, this b*tch wanna have my baby
ha, this b*tch stupid, d*mn, is you drunk or somethin’?
she keep rubbin’ on my, you wanna f*ck or somethin’?
hold on, b*tch, alright
yeah, they don’t wonder what i be
they don’t wonder without the yum*yum sauce, hibachi
this b*tch make me mad, but you wanna be my baby mama
drivin’ fast in the coupe, they think they seen a maserati
this b*tch bad, she gotta body, ayy, body*ody*ody
i’m in the streets, don’t worry about me, b*tch bustin’ like piñata
i do this sh*t because i got it, don’t say sh*t, b*tch, nada
yeah, not a d*mn thing
oh, you got jewelry in the club? that’s your man’s chain
i got a gun on my hip, it’s where my pants hang
get your umbrella in the club, it’s finna d*mn rain

[verse 2: icewear vezzo]
(phew, huh)
shoot a n*gga in his sh*t, tear his face up (fah)
n*ggas still sippin’ lines, we pour eights up (pour eights, n*gga)
i do sixes on the roads, total rafe up (skrrt)
ain’t goin’ back and forth with no n*gga got his chain took (he a p*ssy)
richest n*gga on the 6, got my own cheese (yeah)
makin’ thirty every time when my phone ring (yeah, h*llo?)
p*ssin’ game on the wood, not the nosebleed (uh*huh)
hundred round clip in that chop’ like a long sleeve (b*tch)
n*gga, f*ck the rap game, ain’t no street code (nah)
ain’t gotta read the paperwork, we know he told
it’s ten dog sh*t with johnny dang, got my t**th froze (fifty racks)
big back, step on all the ice until my feet cold (sh*t)
n*ggas lyin’ in them songs, you the cap type (cap)
shoot a goofy in his head, knock his cap right (grrah)
i’m gettin’ tired of sippin’ tris’, where the act’ pints? (n*gga, where the act’?)
multi million*dollar n*gga ’cause i stack right (big ice)

- yn jay lyrics

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