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///////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (track 10) - yayayi lyrics

[chorus]
first off, this beat bang
ask around, i’m the motherf*ckin’ man
i’m about to drop ten racks on a chain
and find a pretty b*tch that i can dip with in the range
i’m good, i put that on the hood, i’m good
i’m good, i put that on the hood, i’m good
i’m good, i put that on the hood, i’m good
i’m good, i put that on the hood, i’m good, n*gga

[verse 1]
ayy, ayy, i’m so straight the cops so crooked
clique full of soldiers like no limit
yg, what you doing? b*tch gimme four minutes
all in a n*gga grill like four dentists
ridin’ ’round solo got the money in the choke*hold
whole head tattooed like a f*cking cholo
never hate the next man n*gga that’s a no no
got ya girl bouncing on my d*ck like a low low
mustard on the beat, mustard get a f*cking check
i got b*tches, take b*tches n*gga wanna bet?
icе on my neck got ice in my ears
hit thе club n*ggas looking at me h*lla weird
it’s yg 400, b*tch, get it right
you at the club every weekend? b*tch get a life
ever since she f*cked with me, she never been the same
well, god d*mn, just blame it on my ding*a*lang
[chorus]
first off, this beat bang
ask around, i’m the motherf*ckin’ man
i’m about to drop ten racks on a chain
and find a pretty b*tch that i can dip with in the range
i’m good, i put that on the hood, i’m good
i’m good, i put that on the hood, i’m good
i’m good, i put that on the hood, i’m good
i’m good, i put that on the hood, i’m good, n*gga

[verse 2]
i’m so froze, diamonds look so lemon
used to text ’cause my phone had low minutes
n*ggas need swishers so we at the store with it
if you don’t drop on the blunt then you don’t hit it
flyer than a eagle, ridin’ in a regale
money over b*tches, n*gga, you don’t think we know
pockets full of c*notes, oops, i mean p*notes
b*tch in the whip looking hot like a cheeto
uh, louie bag and a briefcase, b*tch
i get money like a sweepstakes
uh, every week a n*gga eat steak
what’s dessert? sh*t, i wonder how she tastes
i don’t want her, you can get her
b*tch you ugly like yo’ daddy reggie miller
like pittsburgh bet i steal her
and f*ck her in the whip brand new from the dealer
[chorus]
first off, this beat bang
ask around, i’m the motherf*ckin’ man
i’m about to drop ten racks on a chain
and find a pretty b*tch that i can dip with in the range
i’m good, i put that on the hood, i’m good
i’m good, i put that on the hood, i’m good
i’m good, i put that on the hood, i’m good
i’m good, i put that on the hood, i’m good, n*gga

[outro]
i’m good on the i’m the sh*t!
yg 400, b*tch! i’m real!
i don’t dance, n*gga 2 step
n*gga, trip then a shoot, n*gga with the tech
hey, motherf*cker, don’t you move
what…n*gga…moved?
yeah, uh huh, that’s what i thought, motherf*cker
mustard on the beat, ho!

- yayayi lyrics

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