Race 6 Mix

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Yung Booke - Rap

Race 6 Mix

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Fuck a opp I'll say it in his face But he want have no face he get hit wit tha k Scared of smoke joined tha church be like ma$e Bet posters took off but them suckers in my way I'm only here for one night I can't stay She wanted Houston bought that bitch chick fila If I let my youngings loose nobody's safe We just need a couple mill then we straight Don't try tha take boy you must not know I'm packed Catch you lacking when you adding we subtracting How you a shooter but you ain't never got your weapon Dressed in bape I got harambe on my jacket I want paper now before I throw away what I should've Throwed what'd name same he gang nem but I don't fuck Wit bro Sippin drank countin Ben Franks till my fingers swole Say you trap your phone ain't beating I think your ringer Broke Free lil Tay-k mad & lil Beno 2 Play wit my gang I'm doin tha same shit what bowah did Spend some fuck tha cap I'm tryna hit some Vvs whole diamonds got my wrist numb You done tricked off ain't no need to act that way Don't act that way we just send yo ass them back paids You's a flipper why security let you backstage Watch yo step lil bih my shoes costs a rack aid You gon get door locked you better park vallet His shots can get excited Ya that's right a viagra Dumb shit we don't run 0-27 we run shit Draco put them nuts on ya that's what you call a drum stick Y6 Ya brr brr Fuck a wraith nigga Imma put 12 on a chase every time ha ha that's that gang Shit that's on boat 2 nigga Skrt skrt skrt skrt yea Now or never on tha way fuck boy

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  • Yung Booke