Carlos "6 July" Broady - Yae Yo lyrics

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Carlos "6 July" Broady - Yae Yo lyrics

We doing this baby Oh sh**! What the f** happened Nah man, Nah Nah this what I'mma do I'mma get on the phone one time Stupid, yo, aiyyo Aiyyo Verse 1: Why this sh** ain't cooking up right Papi told me this is solid white f** it wrap it up take it back up Still in all it's a play out Tired of spending money Might get them n***as laid out Yo, yo Fernando sent me yo Stop acting hostile yo And yo don't point that sh** at me Bad enough I gotta come in the crib Wid spanish n***as using languages and sh** I'm feeling like a dick Left the crib wit my hand brolic This is some bullsh** Might get knocked take the wrist coward Yo Fernando what happened? sh** cooking up backwards Light up a Backwood Don't make me backtrack Blew it dime it the llelo lay low Saying in my mind f** that papi gotta pay off Cash rules the Power-Wu chant it Yo Louis this ain't our product This is Carlos family Oh y'all wanna play me like a smoker Coming out my ice choker My man in the back, looking colder Papi yo why y'all wanna jucks me Yo listen B we got the best clientele since '83 f** it, pull out the pot let's cook it Light the stove up Julie go to the store get some flour Sat back burning a big dutch With the crisp 18 shot Glock, stashed in my nuts Poured it in the Pyrex sizzling Now it start drizzling Rainy day murder black won't miss him Still I'm yelling this sh** is business But they still ain't gon' violate What I stand for wid these drizzers He took it off the stove run the water Trying to work me yo Knew I shouldn'ta hit the n***a's daughter He mighta showed more love Than went in the freezer Broke the ice down, pour it in We both looking at it on the twirl around particles grew Fly Khaluas is mad sliding Coronas through Feeling like Castro's cousin Gave them n***as all of my life All of my paper all my judgement It droppa only like an ounce worth Should I just come out my shirt Go berserk and let the Macks burst Skate off body in the Bronx Same sh** Gotti was on Shallah they gonna get your's play it calm Seventeen five was the total plus the five Hundred for the cab driver that was rolling