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diana ross - yn jay & yn que lyrics

[intro: yn jay]
(thank you, gc)
you know what i’m sayin’? (no, julius)
i just sit back and count my motherf*ckin’ money while i f*ck bad b*tches all day (yo, stackz, open up, what the f*ck are you doin’ in there?)
you know what i’m sayin’?
you feel me?
while i sip my styrofoam cup, i got wock’ poured up
i got a eight poured up in a two liter, you know what i’m sayin’?
you know me and i got a crispy*ass outfit on
my outfit cost ten thousand, motherf*cker
you know what i’m sayin’?
and plus my jewelry, oh, my god, i’m not gon’ include that
every time i buy ice, i get it from the, the best n*gga, i get it from the best jeweler
you know what i’m sayin’?
you feel me?
when i come through, i come through
i come through in the best cars, we come through in the best nice houses
you know what i’m sayin’?
you feel me?
the best top presidential sh*t

[verse 1: yn jay]
i got a b*tch that suck d*ck, how could i miss this b*tch?
ahaha, i’m talkin’ ’bout my ex girlfriend, that b*tch mad as f*ck
’cause my new b*tch bossed up and she bad as f*ck, ayy
and my house is endless love like diana ross
old school b*tch with long hair like diana ross
b*tch say she comin’ out like diana ross
(oh, like, you wanna go out to eat, baby?)
ayy, money tall, ain’t no mountain high enough
smoke ‘wood, diana, ain’t no mountain high as us, ayy
they say, “rap bring money”, i’m signin’ up
i’m lookin’ for a maybach, i’m tryna find a truck
ayy, yn que, that’s my blood brother
me and lou’ grew from the ground, that’s my mud brother
ayy, you lookin’ for gustavo? that’s my plug brother
threw ten thousand in the titty bar, that’s the club money
i ain’t make this off rap, this drug money
took somebody sh*t, this that get it back in blood money
i shot a n*gga, then robbed him, i got blood money
you be flasin’ other people knot, that’s blood money
i love the streets, but i don’t really get no love from it
[verse 2: yn que]
short n*gga with some dreads, that was probably me
black n*gga with a ak, that was probably me
i’ll put them k!llers on your ass like some ksubi jeans
slam dunk in your b*tch like i’m tim duncin
i just bought a four of tristine, cost me six hunnid
i heard you finna crash out ’cause your b*tch f*ckin’
treat the bag like a gymnast and flip somethin’
b*tch lookin’ at me like a snack, she wanna l!ck somethin’
take my b*tch to every store in the mall and tell her pick somethin’
you lil’ n*ggas broke as h*ll but always jokin’
i bet my lungs black as h*ll ’cause i’m always smokin’
f*ck n*gga mad at the world ’cause he ain’t got no motion
i be mad as h*ll at tron when he ain’t got no potion
b*tch, i been deep in that water but i’m not with moses
i just gave my b*tch some flowers but not no roses
told my n*gga, “we can get rich, you just gotta focus”
i’ll make a n*gga disappear, hocus*pocus
i just rushed out this b*tch crib ’cause i ain’t have no trojans (thank you, gc)

[outro: yn jay]
i ain’t fishin’ on the lake if i can’t find no goldfish
went fishin’, threw the bait in the water and i caught my old b*tch
d*mn
like, how you— how you out here like that? (no, julius)
i ain’t even try to ehh, but you just right there, so i’ma
you know what i’m sayin’?

- yn jay yn que lyrics

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