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Secarrio - Yusuke Lyrics



Secarrio - Yusuke Lyrics




(Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
I already know my gang gone slide, just like Messi
Off the quagy' on a whole different planet
Like the Jetsons
Demon, baby, I bet that I still go beat shit, Urameshi (Yusuke)
Roll a 3.5 in my backwood, swear to God that I ain't stressin'
I can't cuff that hoe, she f*ckin' up my piece that hoe too messy
Oh you curious? Wanna see about my gangsta, nigga test it
Niggas aimin' for me, can't even hit they shot, cause they contested

Niggas aimin' for me, can't even hit they shot, go sell yo' pistol
Up my ARP, I activate the dead eye, I won't miss you
Off a perc' man my day just feeling blissful
I just caught my opp on lack, so his block I gotta spin through
Bronem' geeked up off them beans like he done popped a hunnid' senzus
On the back I threw a box, I swear the Glock my favorite pistol
Remember times we had to scrape up hella guap, because the rent due
Man, Lil' Chris was in that box, I couldn't talk to him til' Christmas

(Couldn't talk to Lil' Chris, couldn't talk to him)
(Couldn't talk to Lil' Chris, free my brothers cause I miss em)
(Up the fye' and I won't miss, Huh huh, up the fye' and Ha, ha)
Up my fye' he tryna run, that nigga got hit with a fully
4-4 bulldog on my hip, this bitch gon' bite just like a bully
Niggas claimin' that they hard, but bitchin' up, I smell pussy
Young as hell been shot my gun, I swear these niggas be some rookies
Put your hand up in my jar, your shit get cut just for them cookies
Momma told me I'm a star, so Rolling Loud gon' have to book me
I'm in Phoenix with my sun, I catch a opp and I D-Book him

I already know my gang gone slide just like Messi
Off the quagy' on a whole different planet like the Jetsons
Demon, baby, I bet that I still go beat shit, Urameshi
Roll a 3.5 in my backwood, swear to god that I ain't stressin'
I can't cuff that hoe she f*ckin' up my peace, that hoe too messy
Oh you curious? Wanna see about my gangsta, nigga test it
Niggas aimin' for me, can't even hit they shot cause they contested
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English

(Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
I already know my gang gone slide, just like Messi
Off the quagy' on a whole different planet
Like the Jetsons
Demon, baby, I bet that I still go beat shit, Urameshi (Yusuke)
Roll a 3.5 in my backwood, swear to God that I ain't stressin'
I can't cuff that hoe, she f*ckin' up my piece that hoe too messy
Oh you curious? Wanna see about my gangsta, nigga test it
Niggas aimin' for me, can't even hit they shot, cause they contested

Niggas aimin' for me, can't even hit they shot, go sell yo' pistol
Up my ARP, I activate the dead eye, I won't miss you
Off a perc' man my day just feeling blissful
I just caught my opp on lack, so his block I gotta spin through
Bronem' geeked up off them beans like he done popped a hunnid' senzus
On the back I threw a box, I swear the Glock my favorite pistol
Remember times we had to scrape up hella guap, because the rent due
Man, Lil' Chris was in that box, I couldn't talk to him til' Christmas

(Couldn't talk to Lil' Chris, couldn't talk to him)
(Couldn't talk to Lil' Chris, free my brothers cause I miss em)
(Up the fye' and I won't miss, Huh huh, up the fye' and Ha, ha)
Up my fye' he tryna run, that nigga got hit with a fully
4-4 bulldog on my hip, this bitch gon' bite just like a bully
Niggas claimin' that they hard, but bitchin' up, I smell pussy
Young as hell been shot my gun, I swear these niggas be some rookies
Put your hand up in my jar, your shit get cut just for them cookies
Momma told me I'm a star, so Rolling Loud gon' have to book me
I'm in Phoenix with my sun, I catch a opp and I D-Book him

I already know my gang gone slide just like Messi
Off the quagy' on a whole different planet like the Jetsons
Demon, baby, I bet that I still go beat shit, Urameshi
Roll a 3.5 in my backwood, swear to god that I ain't stressin'
I can't cuff that hoe she f*ckin' up my peace, that hoe too messy
Oh you curious? Wanna see about my gangsta, nigga test it
Niggas aimin' for me, can't even hit they shot cause they contested
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Writer: Marcellius Posey
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Performed By: Secarrio
Language: English
Length: 2:15
Written by: Marcellius Posey
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