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cold turkey 2 - yung mal lyrics

[intro]
(guddah tay on every beat, n*gga)

[verse 1]
these n*ggas ain’t real as you think, they wanna go big, but they can’t
yeah, smell like a pound when i walk in the bank
free all my n*ggas locked up with a shank
big dog, n*gga, h*ll yeah, i got rank
want a drink, lil’ n*gga, h*ll yeah, we got a pints
truck sound like a plane when that motherf*cker crank
the b*tch gon’ f*ck, so i made the ho wink

[chorus]
i got a ring on every finger, n*gga, i feel like the lord of the rings
my b*tch so bad, she look like the ones you see in the magazine
‘fore i made it with this rap sh*t, i was posted up, n*gga, servin’ fiends
turned the studio into a booty club, i rap while she shake ass for me

[verse 2]
i ain’t had no sleeve, i been grindin’ for weeks
come shop with us, n*gga, we got it for cheap
rap n*ggas still tryna run with the swag, you know this drip, they got it from me
swervin’ this benz, it’s waggin’ the g, i’m talkin’ ’bout barbie, the front got a b
can’t walk in the show ’til they pay me the fee
bet i walked on this b*tch if i got on the beat
and the beat, boy, came from gutta
fresh as f*ck, but i came out the gutter
one thing i can’t do is switch on my brother
f*ck these n*ggas, i been chasin’ money
my daddy always told me keep it a hundred
pay the plug right back if his ass got fronted
feds all of my d*ck, i’m the hood most wanted
and i’m not with that sucker sh*t, i don’t condone it
her p*ssy so good, i f*ck in the morning
way the b*tch talk, she be makin’ me h*rny
glock on my hip while a n*gga performin’
if it ain’t ’bout the money, it’s lame and borin’
bought a new house, but this sh*t four*stories
mama said, “n*gga, no nuts, no glory”
baby said she wanna suck and record it
i’m a 1.5 n*gga, but i come from new orleans
n*ggas be hatin’, boy, that sh*t be like poison
promoters can’t book me, they cannot afford me
n*ggas don’t like me, they keep that sh*t cordial
pay cash for this house, i ain’t got no mortgage
i got three phones, i can’t run out of storage
got bands on me, make her p*ssy get moist
i’m a player for real, so i don’t gotta force it
racks stuffed in my jeans, sh*t look like norbit
pull up in bentley, ferrari, and porsches
went got a check like a nike endors*m*nt
and i been k!llin’ the game like abortion
had to get rich, they ain’t leavin’ no choices
i’m in my bag, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout groceries
when i jump out that b*tch, n*gga, everybody notice it
chopper on me, get to singin’ like jodeci
never gon’ fold, i ain’t never had ho in me
[chorus]
i got a ring on every finger, n*gga, i feel like the lord of the rings
my b*tch so bad, she look like the ones you see in the magazine
‘fore i made it with this rap sh*t, i was posted up, n*gga, servin’ fiends
turned the studio into a booty club, i rap while she shake ass for me

- yung mal lyrics

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