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bless the booth freestyle - ynw melly lyrics

[intro]
okay, oh sh*t
okay
‘ima take goin’ slow
this like a freestyle or something?

[verse]
ay
money getting longer, life span getting longer too
shawty wanna f*ck i told that b*tch to smoke the b*n*r, who
i don’t do that type of sh*t, i leave that to my white friend
she gon’ f*ck the crew and f*ck the clique until the day end
i just got off a flight from bali and we’re booted up
she gon’ f*ck, cause she see the clique and yeah she thick as f*ck
but this right here is something that i meant to f*ckin’ tell ya
y*n*w, they thought that we was some failures
y*n*w, you disrespect then we spill ya
from the f*ckin’ universe, my mama said i’m a failure
give a f*ck bout a perc’, buy that b*tch and dismantle
these ho’s wanna f*ck, i cannot answer
i’m whippin’ up the dope with my left pinky n*gga (huh)
and yo’ b*tch a freak and she suckin’ like kinky n*gga
i got that b*tch wearing a pink (huh)
givenchy, margiela da mink (huh)
i do not wanna f*ck on that lil’ b*tch cause she fat and that p*ssy must stink (huh)
(mm) okay bougie now
(huh) they say i’m bougie (mm)
(huh) d*ck in her coochie (huh)
these n*ggas be d*ck in the booty (huh)
my n*ggas some f*ckin’ shootas (huh)
huh, shootas huh
she just wanna f*ck me cause she heard i shot somebody
but i ain’t never said that, i never doin’ that
all these freaky b*tches say “am i doin’ the molly”
i don’t do that sh*t no more, i told you that, i told you that
oh god d*mn, and that 40 glock will fold your ass
and i’m way up on the other side of outer sp*ce
o*m*g you f*ck with me, my n*gga gon’ put you in yo’ place
o*m*g you f*ck with him, my guy done shoot you in yo’ face
o*m*g i’m winning b*tch, young n*gga world we in first place
god d*mn snap jit
keep on f*cking snappin’
keep on f*ckin’ pullin’, all them f*ckin’ jackets
oh you car jackin, oh you got an uzi
oh you got them b*tches and you tryna make a movie
well we gon’ make a movie cause you my f*cking slime
we gon’ make a movie, we do it all the time (ayy)
y*n*w and we forever on our grind (huh)
b*tch i ain’t waking up with murder on my mind (huh)
b*tch i’m waking up to gettin’ rap check, rap check
why you want impress me we ain’t scratch yet, scratch yet
and she say she wanna f*ck the crew yeah, crew yeah
and that ho from 772 yeah, 2 yeah
booyah, booyah, good aim with the glock
if i get mad, i’ma just go spazz now
oh sh*t, godd*mn, they think lil melly crashin’ out
but if we shoot we shoot for a reason
ynw and that’s our motherf*ckin’ season
beating a b*tch for no motherf*ckin’ reason
i am not playing lil b*tch i’m bipolar
ooh, she eat the d*ck just like some yogurt
ooh, thick b*tch from minnesota
omg all the way, huh, hold up the b*tch is france (wait)
the b*tch said she from south dakota
the b*tch said she from north dakota
big bloods big lil big lips mm
big bloods big crips too
this sh*t right here you can’t just spit
off of the dome cuz you ain’t ynw lil b*tch
i’m bummin’ home wait b*tch i’m home so what it do lil b*tch

- ynw melly lyrics

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