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Ying Yang Twins


[Intro: Pouya]
Yuh (Ayy), yuh, yuh

[Verse 1: Pouya]
I pay my hoes, my bills, my homage
I never been to college
I sever the head of rappers
I pack the MAC-11 to send you to another dimension
Not to mention, I pop the Smith & Wesson with no second guessin'
Your b*tch get to steppin'
Once I get it in, get wet, get out
Don't want to hear a word out of your mouth
What's up with that pus*y? Don't doubt me
I can make it squirt while I skrrt in the Audi
b*tch, I'm outie after that, oddy's after that
Touch your Instagram, put you on the map
Don't discriminate, f*ck a handicap, no legs
f*ck that, where your titties at, b*tch?

[Verse 2: Yung Plague]
Ba-Ba-Back in the Golden Days, I was glowin' rays
Now I'm soaked in grey from all these f*ckin' growin' pains
Keep on throwin' shade, you'll meet the f*ckin' Shogun's blade
I'm stealing trophies out your trophy case
f*ck the cards I was dealt
I got a poker face to steal an open base, ho
f*ck an older age though
If life's a book, rip out the last page and roll up a J Lo
b*tch, I'm Yung Plague, no way I'ma grow fangs
Rip out your throat, ain't sayin' anything out that hole, mane
[Verse 3: Yung $carecrow]
Hundred pills bottles on my motherf*ckin' dresser, mane
Couple lil' models all up in my Twitter mentions, mane
I'm the mane that'll make a stain out of your f*ckin' brain
Smokin' strains off some strange grain that I can't explain
f*ck the fame, f*ck these f*ckin' lames, that's why I isolate
Can't relate to none of you motherf*ckers
Keep me in my grave, hold up, wait
Duckin' in the shade, shooting up the H
Stuck at Hell's gates with Yung Plague
And I'm draped in grey
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