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micro drake - big yavo lyrics

[chorus: big yavo]
ay, i keep taking these drugs, i’m not okay
and if i send you my pen, do not come late
you better come right then, or you might get faked
n*gga, my best*friend is a micro draco
i’ve been getting high since like 9th grade
supreme, my forces, i might go bape
n*ggas that act like they love you, whole time they be hating
and every time, come around me, i’m peeping your traits
n*gga be b*tches, that why i ain’t with ‘em
a n*gga will shoot something for you, then turn around k!ll you
you going in the ground by yourself, no mattеr who with you
i put a b*tton on the back, turn the glock to a whistle
f*ck еverything else, i just need my little one
a brand new, flrdd, black out in a 10 mil
catch went in baseline, 360 windmill
walk down like a car, break some sh*t on his windshield

[verse: fattmack]
yeah, you did me bad, but i’m still here, i’m high as h*ll
i’m popping a fake and a real pill
yeah, i was bad as h*ll back in school, i ain’t pay attention
i brought all the perks on the field trip
i beat up the cat from the back, she got real p*ssed
yeah, police, they put me on papers, i still k!ll
i put a switch on the glock, and got dropped with a k!ll tec
i heard you broke as a b*tch, i get real check
b*tch, you did me foul, where the ref at?
whatever he played, that’s whatever he got left at me
bro, see a opp and go cur, step back
yeah, i wonder why you ain’t keep this sh*t real?
i don’t know why, i won’t put down these pills?
me, bro, we just threw back a tyree here
that n*gga know he gonna die, when i see him
my twin moving pounds, he don’t go to the gym
f*ck n*gga play, i’ma dunk, put my arm in the rim
i’m in my show, with your hoe on the gram
designing clothes, spend a whole lot of thousands
it’s a whole lot of poles, and a whole lot of robbers
broke n*gga, say he gonna k!ll me, i doubt it
every n*gga play with my gang, i shot back
you gon’ die, if you talk where the cop at
i don’t trust none of your hoes, cause they not sh*t
[chorus: big yavo]
ay, i keep taking these drugs, i’m not okay
and if i send you my pen, do not come late
you better come right then, or you might get faked
n*gga, my best*friend is a micro draco
i’ve been getting high since like 9th grade
supreme, my forces, i might go bape
n*ggas that act like they love you, whole time they be hating
and every time, come around me, i’m peeping your traits
n*gga be b*tches, that why i ain’t with ‘em
a n*gga will shoot something for you, then turn around k!ll you
you going in the ground by yourself, no matter who with you
i put a b*tton on the back, turn the glock to a whistle
f*ck everything else, i just need my little one
a brand new, flrdd, black out in a 10 mil
catch went in baseline, 360 windmill
walk down like a car, break some sh*t on his windshield

- big yavo lyrics

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