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HAHAHA Lyrics - Artist : YN Jay
(Yeah, Baby, you did this one)
Yeah I got a gun so big, I bet I could stop time if I shoot this bitch An eight ball so motherfuckin'— I got an eight ball, yeah, this shit straight drop, she gon' drop dead if she ooh this bitch Nigga tried kill his bitch, damn Nigga tried to domestic violence, escalated, went too far, I'm finna shoot this bitch Fourth down, two point conversion, I'ma poont this bitch Damn, I mean punt this bitch Freak bitch ain't never had sex— ah Freak bitch ain't never had good dick, I'm finna hump this bitch Naw, I don't really wanna fuck, bitch, suck this dick Freak bitch— damn Freak bitch forgot to put on fuckin' deodorant and came out on some musty shit Bitch walk around with wrinkled feet, on some crusty shit I'll have Malik blaze you bad, on some dusty shit Nigga pulled up in an old-school, but it was really old-school on some rusty shit Switch my mag 'round, it's a double clip I done came through with the bundle clip WWE, I'm on some rumble shit If you don't like me, I'm on some fuck you shit If I pull my gun out, I'ma bust you quick Boomin' on Westbrook, on my Russell shit Damn, I'll have the whole motherfuckin' street slappin' Baby on the track, got the beat slappin' Ready for ap'— damn, aight Ready for applause, got my heat clappin' Ready for the fuckin' studio, I'll keep rappin' Fuck the rap game, I'll keep trappin' Traphouse beat, I'll keep slappin' Bitch suckin' dick all night, got her knees ashy Hahahaha, hahaha, hahahaha (Go) In the name of the Lord, we need all the M's (Go) Can you stack them blue hundreds up above the rim? Minor twenty thousand dollar certified gem Oh, that boy a hard-head, hit him in his Crimson Chin (Boom) I done took a few L's, but I was born to win (Slatt) Really what I rap, ask those who swore me in (Blitt) We ain't really seen him, are you sure he swore he came? Must ain't eat for long, how his gang starvin' Fucked more hoes than Spellman grad class, glad I skipped class Really should've been in ICU how I sip glass If bullets get to flyin', bet the biggest one run fast My Bentayga and Maybach same contrast (Go) Was seventeen usin' big Benz for DoorDash Couldn't get a rack, now I'm thankful to sort cash My brother smiled when he beat his trial, he grew up foul (Yeah) Pray to God he stay up out the streets for a little while (Yes) Gave mama 40K the other day, I need a new pile My sister want a new car, my papa want a new gun I'm bustin' in my shorty every time I want a new son (Yes) I'm grippin' this bitch hair while gettin' mouth, she need a new bun I used to be the joke that people spoke, I think that we won We pull up fifty deep there anyway, they like, "What he on?" A millionaire, but my young niggas still get them P's gone I never sip on drank around Pee, but when he gone, it's time Pour that shit up |
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