Yahhhh
• Written by Anonymous
It's the jack
Til I get mine back
Me and Jay biz, green gettin twist
It's like they don't exist
You living in the states, with lakes
Looking for the real in this world of fakes
It's a shiny day and the dogshit smells like strawberries
I lose my memeory when it come to you canaries
On the concrete standing more perfect than a tripod
I took tricks to New Jerz to Cape Cod
Never a disgusting crew, for lust for the jewels
Ain't got no money or love for you funny fools
We cold-hearted and strong, you heartless and wrong
That's props, that's why I put it in this song
And dead men, Swan Gotti, young gun for fun
Down where he roll none they don't roll none
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