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Yung Ro

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Messed Up lyrics by Yung Ro

Intro
Oh man nigga
What he- what he talkin’ bout?
In that red I trust

Chorus
I barely know homie, I don’t got no beef with him
But since he talkin’ crazy, fuck him nd’ his people nd’ them
I don’t know bout no code to free but 40
I believe in him
He hate when I be leavin’ him
I just showed like 20 racks on the gram, I just be teasin’ them
I get full of them pills nd’ get to thinkin’ bout Raheem nd’ them
Like damn
Fuck my partners gone
Nd’ they left me on my own
Imma put they name in every song
For once, we get it on

Verse 1
Bitch, for once we bustin’ domes
Yhea
Yhea
Man these streets just took my best friend
That shit so depressin’
I just landin’ in a nother nigga city to get that back end
(Lets get that back in)
I jumped from New Orlans, you can tell from that accent
And i’m really livin’ like lil boy, I ain’t just rappin’
I’ll make it happen
Nigga I ain’t cappin’, i’ll split yo shit
Straight it out like its a fraction
I done keep my dick inside my pants, these hoes distractions
Gotta to keep my glick up in my pants, I can’t be lackin’
Bitch i’m always packin’
I be with some crips, round my way they like „Whats crackin’?”
„I heard ol’ boy got smoked the other day, I wonder what happened”
„He was prolly lackin'”
Yhea
Nigga wanna play?! Imma get that thing, imma air this bitch out

Verse 2
I’m lookin’ for a FN
That draco? Thats my best friend
I only fuck with Glocks, I don’t do the Smithin’ Wesson
Got your baby momma suckin’ dick at the west end
And no you can’t hold my gun, so bitch? Stop askin’
Why you keep that mingo plug? Cause niggas always taxin’
Uno, dose, tres; You can send it in a package

Outro
Yhea cook that bitch up ?

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