Yukatán

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I'm in the Yucatan
 What up love
 Say look
 Bitch doin' everything it s'posed to do but
 Them baby's, they 'bout to vomit
 They say this shit got a bad taste on it
 Shot the text, he wan' hit on the waist
 Northside, pullin' up in the H (I'm in that)
 Where you at? (I'm here) I'm in the city, this Gates
 The body shop, I need to get in your face
 500 blocks in the middle
 Been gettin' ridiculous, lotta this shit wasn't straight
 I dropped a load on my partner and encountered some problems
 Receivin' a lotta complaints (For real)
 It do what it's s'posed to,
 It jump out the gym in the Kitchen and
 Smokers not liking the taste (Not likin' that)
 Droppin' the coupe with vanilla extract in the Pyrex (I got it)
 And try not to run 'em away
 Big homie in Baltimore sayin' it's boomin'
 I'm tempted to go back and fuck with the food
 Wait on my killas to get outta prison in case that these niggas don't
 Play by the rules I can remember when I was
 Just wishin' a 30 cent flipper we stood on the block
 Grabbin' it hard out the bungalow, stains on my underclothes
 Safety pin, breakin' the rocks
 Surrounded by junkies, I keep 'em my company
 Need 'em, I wake em, I give 'em a dot
 Back on my Aniston, kitchen we standin' in
 I'm in here practicin' over a pot
 Check it out, love
 Make sure you shake that box up real good and ain't no clumps in it
 'Cause you might be bout to take it back where you got
 It from yaherd? (They hate to salute when you stand up)
 That dude back there on the camera he grabbin a hunnid
 They come off the Yukatan love
 They come off the Yukatan love
 Bitch you play we gon come down there and tear Baton Rouge up
 1 on a 1 and I'm 2500 a zap
 Hit the H with the quinine
 I spray with the (shh), and I dry it out
 Know how I maneuver, weigh that on the ruler
 Pull up with the shooter and try it out
 He know I'm that pressure, he nod out
 I caught the end of the drought when Obama had won the election
 I'm runnin for president
 Plug got a text and went up on a number
 But I made my money from fuckin' with medicines
 Got me a doctor my white partna'
 Od on Oxies he showed me the ropes with the roxies
 Be throwin Julio, young fly society
 Half of you don't even know how I'm rockin'
 We stand on that business, they know we bout action
 But niggas be taking our name and they draggin (Fuck them)
 Applyin' that pressure
 I hit with the 'pressor, a lot of you won't understand it
 Then go to talkin' with slick,
 So the charges don't stick but im in this bitch changin' her pampers
 Pullin' her hair when I mix anotha two on the
 Split put the bitch in the jack and restamp it
 I'mma just let the bitch sit check the
 Watch when it tick (Ay, that's 45 minutes!)
 Kiss on the bitch, put her back in her panties
 I got the dope and they know that I'm swaggin'
 I chill on a boat when I go to Miami
 I'm in Dubai they funny now
 I get em for 26, 5, 32 let em fly
 I might drop em to 29, (Yeah)
 Playin with the kid it'll cost you, (Ooh)
 I might can't move but the car do
 I'm on that money man,
 Had to work out in the gym,
 At first I was fat now I'm gettin' real slim
 I'm slim but I'm trim like a bicycle rim,
 This bitch on my dick 'cause she know what it is
 They hate to salute when you stand up (Why is that?) (Gates)
 They hate to salute when you stand up
 They come off the Yukatan love
 They hate to salute when you stand up
 They come off the Yukatan love
 'Cos they hate to salute when you stand up
 Keep doin' your biz
 They hate to salute when you stand up
 They come off the Yukatan love
 Come off the Yukatan love
 Man the shit got a bad taste on 'em, that's how it come off lately
 Come on the Yukatan
 Been about 3 or 4 months that shit been fucked up out here man
 Rap niggas talkin' 'bout fake ass dope boys man
 Come off the Yukatan love
 

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Duration
03:01
Key
3
Tempo
130 BPM

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