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¿May I? Video (MV)




Performed By: Yungak
Language: English
Length: 3:06
Written by: Jeronimo Ortega




Yungak - ¿May I? Lyrics




I run up my bag, I run up my bitch
I run up the xans, I roll up the zigs
I f*ck up the lag, restart to get rich
This ain't no track, I beat you lil bitch
The fit all black, hit a lick
Sell crack, f*ck a bitch
In the hotel, 2 chicks
They give me some service, her ass too lit
Ok aye
Don't be nervous, the gang got you into this
Run some fades, put some bullets in the K
Don't run away, pussy boy want talk
End his day, tell his mom it's too late
Aye get some shawty's, take them out for a date
The hoe british, she ain't my mate
She sucked it, let me finish
So you can have a good day, so may I
Beat this f*cker's ass for paying late (May I?)
Run the fade on bum who stole the eighth (May I?)
Not believe if it's real or AI?
I'm smoking too much, i'm too high
Pop the ops, do a drive by
Bitch why you mad, don't do no side eye
Ok ok, yeah

People say they religious, pure lies
The pastor coked out, sinner lines
You in my barrio, soy tu tour guide
Saca el cuchillo, good guys
Cómo dice el dicho, no te juntes con la mala influencia
Cause that's how you end up en la pinta, don't trust these bums or hoes
Spend a band, and make the bitch do a joke
To the father I spoke, I told him i'm sorry for all of the op's that I smoked
Whip up the Ferrari, Turn yo shirt red
All these demons and the voices, yeah they runnin' thru my head
But at the end, i'm still blessed
Shoot the top, i'm impressed
Glad we out of house arrest, so may i?
Tap the bitch, and leave hickeys right on her neck and breast (May I?)
Press this bum, then later leave him dead
Shot his ass 3 times (May I?)
Tell the story, that truly hasn't unfold (May I?)
Talk about I pop these ops and turn they ass to smoke? (May I?)
May I walk em down, put they ass on the leash
All my ops be ducking, they too pussy
They call the police, we all want war
I said f*ck the peace, motherf*ckers can't compete with me
Motherf*ckers wish they was me, the gonna be greatest rapper on top of the world you'll see
Yeah you'll see, yeah you'll see
F*ck a 9-5, I was up in downtown doing keys
Then up in phoenix, I'm doing trees
Let it all rain, yeah money trees
Smoke that gas up, watch scooby on the dvd
Yeah I got my AK right by me, for any bum who tryna test me
I'ma laugh at you and say "F*ck yo beam"

May I run the fade on the f*cker
May I send some bands to my mother
May I shoot more ops for the summer
Oh nah, well that's a bummer
May I tell yo hoe that I love her?
May I not let this pussy recover?
Cause all my ops end up dead, a price for the target
I aim to the head
Today I snorted some lines, shawty what you sayin?
You too divine, a day I can't stop thinking about it
About how i'ma get rich, and f*ck y'all if you doubt me
I'm away by the hoes that love me proudly, I do it so good I got every hoe calling
Ay I got every hoe calling
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I run up my bag, I run up my bitch
I run up the xans, I roll up the zigs
I f*ck up the lag, restart to get rich
This ain't no track, I beat you lil bitch
The fit all black, hit a lick
Sell crack, f*ck a bitch
In the hotel, 2 chicks
They give me some service, her ass too lit
Ok aye
Don't be nervous, the gang got you into this
Run some fades, put some bullets in the K
Don't run away, pussy boy want talk
End his day, tell his mom it's too late
Aye get some shawty's, take them out for a date
The hoe british, she ain't my mate
She sucked it, let me finish
So you can have a good day, so may I
Beat this f*cker's ass for paying late (May I?)
Run the fade on bum who stole the eighth (May I?)
Not believe if it's real or AI?
I'm smoking too much, i'm too high
Pop the ops, do a drive by
Bitch why you mad, don't do no side eye
Ok ok, yeah

People say they religious, pure lies
The pastor coked out, sinner lines
You in my barrio, soy tu tour guide
Saca el cuchillo, good guys
Cómo dice el dicho, no te juntes con la mala influencia
Cause that's how you end up en la pinta, don't trust these bums or hoes
Spend a band, and make the bitch do a joke
To the father I spoke, I told him i'm sorry for all of the op's that I smoked
Whip up the Ferrari, Turn yo shirt red
All these demons and the voices, yeah they runnin' thru my head
But at the end, i'm still blessed
Shoot the top, i'm impressed
Glad we out of house arrest, so may i?
Tap the bitch, and leave hickeys right on her neck and breast (May I?)
Press this bum, then later leave him dead
Shot his ass 3 times (May I?)
Tell the story, that truly hasn't unfold (May I?)
Talk about I pop these ops and turn they ass to smoke? (May I?)
May I walk em down, put they ass on the leash
All my ops be ducking, they too pussy
They call the police, we all want war
I said f*ck the peace, motherf*ckers can't compete with me
Motherf*ckers wish they was me, the gonna be greatest rapper on top of the world you'll see
Yeah you'll see, yeah you'll see
F*ck a 9-5, I was up in downtown doing keys
Then up in phoenix, I'm doing trees
Let it all rain, yeah money trees
Smoke that gas up, watch scooby on the dvd
Yeah I got my AK right by me, for any bum who tryna test me
I'ma laugh at you and say "F*ck yo beam"

May I run the fade on the f*cker
May I send some bands to my mother
May I shoot more ops for the summer
Oh nah, well that's a bummer
May I tell yo hoe that I love her?
May I not let this pussy recover?
Cause all my ops end up dead, a price for the target
I aim to the head
Today I snorted some lines, shawty what you sayin?
You too divine, a day I can't stop thinking about it
About how i'ma get rich, and f*ck y'all if you doubt me
I'm away by the hoes that love me proudly, I do it so good I got every hoe calling
Ay I got every hoe calling
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Writer: Jeronimo Ortega
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