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lirik lagu charge up – yn jay

[intro: yn jay]
what i just say?
(it’s a wayne beat)
ah, f*ck
alright

[verse 1: yn jay]
i charge, ah
i charge up in this b*tch like i’m goku
i don’t need a box for a tv, this a roku
i got these motherf*ckers sick like some old food
ah
auntie in the kitchen cookin’, smell like soul food
i put my whole f*ckin’ life on pro tools
louie said he want all fifties, he don’t want blues
grindin’, ain’t ate sh*t all day, i don’t want food
ah, let me charge up
huah
i’ma display in first class, put the cars up
this a coffee cup, but it did not come from starbucks

[verse 2: rio da yung og]
seen my b*tch ridin’ with a n*gga, shot the car up
told e split the xanny with me, chop the bar up
i don’t say pour lean no more, wock’ the ’hardt up
my son know how to load the gun, he a smart f*ck
let him leave with the strap, hе shot the park up
before i lеarn to cut a piece of cake, i chop hard up
before i drink some activis that’s fake, i’ll pour par up
ah, jay, i’m charged up too
seen an opp at summerfield, that’s a shot*up school
drunk an eight of wock’ straight, it look like i shot up food
dropped dog gettin’ in his car, house got shot up too
they asked me who smoked dog, i ain’t got a clue
oh, your daddy do dog? i kinda knew
teach me ’bout the edd sh*t, bro, i’m kinda new
let e smell the weed ‘fore i buy, he a connoisseur
baby mama put me on child support, i countersue her
wayne tried to mix the song when we was done and we got into it
smart as f*ck, but when i get caught up, i’m kinda stupid
b*tch, you got ass shots, that is not your booty
f*cked twelve hoes raw this week, i think i got the cooties
told jay he can’t drop a chain if it’s not a coochie
a red n*gga drunk with dreads in his head, i’m not with poody
you ain’t never heard a n*gga say he shot at louie
i can’t pay a n*gga to k!ll for me, bro, i gotta do it
they wonder how i made a half a mil’, i dropped a lot of music
take the draco to the booth and drop chopper music
i ain’t poured no lean, i cracked the pint open and poured pop into it
[verse 3: louie ray]
alright
i be f*ckin’ so much, i’m prostitutin’
how many fiends in your city? ’cause mine’s polluted
cracked the seal and let the weed stank, ain’t n0body pooted
i be sellin’ pills you can pop, couple n*ggas oodle
you can’t even stand on your own like your legs noodle
i be poppin’ up in hoes’ mouth, n*gga, and google
i can get you eggroll fried, n*gga, and woodle
i told myself don’t let myself get ahead of myself
chain sittin’ on the dresser, the heat in the bed
go to war with n*ggas’ hood, i’m paintin’ it red
zo be sellin’ five packs at time, that was eighty a head (n*gga)
i had to hate the n*gga, put eight in his head
pourin’ out half of the pop to put eight in the rest
bro noddin’ out sittin’ up, he breakin’ his neck
i be always doin’ real sh*t like breakin’ a check (come on)
i ain’t ask you phone for a b*tch, she expectin’ a text
sellin’ dope out the
sellin’ dope out the glass jar, left an eight in the ‘rex
told bro grab a backwood, put an eighthy that
my fiend keep beggin’ for a front, he makin’ me mad
my one girl bought pills back to back, she makin’ me laugh
back when that’s my whole motherf*ckin’ life, i was a clown in the class
d*mn, i mean class clown
n*ggas know they’ll get beat the f*ck up, they put them straps down
put my fiend in a headlock on thursday night, but this ain’t smackdown
i was out the way for a minute, but i’m back now

- yn jay

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