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lirik lagu split second – yn jay & louie ray

[intro * louie ray & yn jay]
aight
is it ynb
aight, yeah
you had a split second there to catch me, aight
oh you had to catch me

[verse 1 * louie ray]
you had a split second there to catch me
black n****, i be showing out at night like i’m wesley
i’m in deep but i be movin’ through this sh*t at a jet speed
i be really out here dealing with it, i can [?]
fresh n**** livin what i rap, you gotta meet me
you tryna earn a verse from jlk you gotta beat me
bring it to him, put it up close, make it 3d
don’t think that ’cause i’m out here getting money you gon’ eat free
(yeah, aight, psh) if this ain’t the motivation, what it gotta be?
my west n****s having complications tryna vibe east
what’s the chicken on a feature, bro? i think a five piece
you want jay to say “hold on!” oh that’s a nine piece
i woke up in la on the sheets with a dime piece
bossin’ over pasta with the shrimp, that’s a light fee
twenty*thousand on me every day, ’cause i’m icy

[verse 2 * yn jay]
okay
that’s what we gon’ do? aight
i*, aight, i ain’t gon’ do that
i*, no, i can’t do that either
i put the*, yeah!
i put the clipper to your head where the line be
i was posted up on the corner where the sign be
i knew i was doing good, they wanna sign me
i can f*ck this b*tch for thirty minutes, wanna time me?
i can’t swim but i jumped in the water, it was nine feet
i just hit a b*tch from overseas, she was chinese, mmm ah!
freak b*tch give me good head, it was sloppy
i done f*cked my leg up tryna wheelie on a dirtbike
i done came suit and tie, got me lookin’ like a church guy
i can see n****s hate from far away with my third eye, aight
b*tch i don’t want you, i want your best friend
married to the money, you see louie, that’s my best man (hahaha)
okay, build the block up and knock it down like tetris
pull up on your block, shoot some deep like stephen
[verse 3 * louie ray]
people tend to f*ck you over man, i ain’t helpin’
you can smell a nine on my breath, i just belched it
he couldn’t tell i had my gun on me, but felt it
this my real life i rap, i ain’t wrestlin
i’m up late runnin’ to the money now i’m s*, aight
i’m up late runnin’ to the money, not s*xin’
i be tryna tell it t to your face, f*ck textin’
hot play plugged up in the truck, i stretch it
pull up, sellin’ n****s quarters on the ave, no necklace
i’m on the same corner, n****s die here, learn lessons
reckless with the hand to hand, sh*t can get hectic

[outro * louie ray]
sh*t can get bad out here, n****s in these streets, it’s not a playground n****

- yn jay louie ray

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