Elevator Music YN Jay (Ft. Louie Ray & RMC Mike)

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[Intro: YN Jay]
(Fuck the fire, we got grease)
Come here, bitch
Come here, come here, come here, come here, come here, come here, come here, come here
Ahh

[Verse 1: YN Jay]
Let me fuck you on the elevator (Hahaha, hahaha)
Hit my bitch with my eyes closed, I'm a meditator (Oh, you talkin' 'bout like you gon' meditate her? Okay)

[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
Bitch, I graduated from the— ah
Bitch, I graduated from the streets, you an eleventh grader
My new crib cost two-point-five, you a Section 8-er
Make my bitch leave her old man, I'm a separator
Ten milli' hit his right lung, he need a respirator
Like damn, I think he dead
Alright, uh
Fuck that young nigga, I ain't trippin' 'bout it
Young dog think he MJ, I brought Pippen out him
Latino bitch talkin' while I'm hittin' it, she say, "Kill it, papi"
Fucked my head up last week, I seen a real zombie

[Interlude: Louie Ray]
The fuck we on, bro? What we doin'? (Alright)
Damn, we high— alright, this that
Man, we high as dog shit
Shit