Correction Lyrics LRBTB Records- 2020 Cypher by Yamine

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(Intro: DJBANDZ)
Hey we did 2019, let’s start off with this 2020 cypher. Just to let you know this is DJBANDZ!!! Coming to you live from Indianapolis, Indiana. We got something to put in your ears for a moment while we go through this quarantine coronavirus stage mayne!! Let’s get this dog

(Open Verse: DJNafin)

(Verse 1: Yamine)
Yeah
In the backseat chilling
Listening to Biggie
News came on and I had to go to Indy
Stuck in the house, bored all day
Roof over my head thank you Lord, that’s OK
Let’s talk about some problems
No talk about the drama
I had so much plans, but Corona said Nada
Nope not the beer, the one that comes from China
Blood sucking Bats meat sold to the black market
Got everyone sick, but me and that’s lit
Cuz after this is over I’m f**king every b*t*h
The ugly ones? No quit
“The pretty one’s are it”
Imani, Brooke, Nina, and Cassidy are legit
I ain’t name you all
Sorry about your fame
The clout is the ones I’d cuff any day
If you like a street n***a, his ID is David Hayes
is my phrase

(Verse 2: Levi)
Yeah
I guess I'm feeling a little regrets
Never making up my mind
Always feelin' upset
You got me in a zone
Won't sing unless, it's a duet
Sacrificing feels deepthroatin' a bullet
Grossing out the outcome
Never said I love ya b*t*h, how come I always set myself
For success, one mistake ain't making progress
Loved when life was simplistic playing, recess
Make me believer never seen her got me breathless
Need a breather hot as the sauna
No need for a heater
Believe in divinity got 3 wishes
Divine trinity ain't granting
Nothin' but I got words to tell you something
Life's full of empty promises the premise of the engine
Thomas ain't training sh*t
Monotonous like automatons
Whipping mixing crunches like some croutons
Inside your b*t*h never pulling out like a futon

(Verse 3: BJrhyme$)
Look, we both got ears but we don’t comprehend the same
I’m only 5’9 but im feared in this pretend n***a game
Little n***a really do the job for a big claim
Let the barrel bumble and I’ll be what you n***as slang
Dope boy I’ll transform and aim at you n***as brain
Ya see me rocking yellow when I’m buzzing through the lane
Still with with the gang and if they slip I’ll take the blame
When you n***as start trying to explain
I'm the type to step back and let my wrist sprain
Cuz I tap the trigger it when It’s time to flame up like dame
Cuz ima real one tryna come up so my n***as gain
If there’s a hick up I gotta clean up and grab what remain
Hid the cain not where I lay I ain't stupid mane
b*t*h I got a red beam like a rotating fan
And I’ll air this b*t*h out If I ever feel the heat again ah
You better grab a blanket cuz imma cold ass n***a
So many bricks I can build an igloo and It ain’t even winter
It get hot as f**k when Im here cuz I got my heater
Get yo pot pies out the freezer I’ll microwave ya dinner
But Ain't no box on the counter you get no raise in this kitchen
We got the ingredients get to mixing like sugar and lemon
I ain’t really sweet but I’m sour when I ain’t spending
You gotta make money in this heat so you
Can get some ice n***a f**k how you feeling uh

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