| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Young nigga world
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| Young nigga way, yeah
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| We gon' pull up with them sticks and hop out with them choppers
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| Walking out the ten in blue Balenciagas
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| I caught an opp, now I got blood on blue Balenciagas
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| Up that forty, let that pistol sing a melody
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| Fuck all of that talking, we can go to war
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| Leave your brain marinating on the boulevard
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| I got something that’ll put you out your misery
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| Seven point six two, five point five six’s, two-two-three
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| With that K, broad day, we hop out and spray
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| Young nigga world, young nigga way until my dying day
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| You ain’t 'bout that action, boy let’s not pretend
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| Caught you lacking after school and shot at all your friends
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| It go like one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten
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| Unload the clip, reload the clip, and then you spin again
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| And if they out when you come back then bitch you spin again
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| Congratulations, I just taught you how to spin a Benz
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| We gon' pull up with them sticks and hop out with them choppers
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| Walking out the ten in blue Balenciagas
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| I caught an opp, now I got blood on blue Balenciagas
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| Up that forty, let that pistol sing a melody
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| Fuck all of that talking, we can go to war
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| Leave your brain marinating on the boulevard
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| I got something that’ll put you out your misery
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| Seven point six two, five point five six’s, two-two-three
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| Two-two-three, AR-15
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| Carbon-9's, they all on me
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| Fuck with me, you get murked
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| It ain’t shit to put a pussy nigga on a shirt
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| Fuck all that talking, we all 'bout that action
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| We pull up with pistols, you know that we blasting
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| These niggas ain’t really on it, they pussy
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| I swear they got all these niggas doin' magic
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| Hold up, ash it, I wanna fuck her
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| Pussy run up, we gon' put him on a t-shirt
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| With it, yeah, with it
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| Pull up on me with a TEC, huh
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| Run up on me, you get whacked nigga
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| Fuck with me like no regret
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| I got some niggas who really be with it
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| You niggas pussy, you pussy or you pussy offended
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| You niggas pussy, you don’t want no action
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| All of my niggas will turn you to past tense
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| We got Glocks with hundred rounds, huh
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| Catch an opp, kill an opp, lay him down
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| Fuck with us, you get murked, facts nigga
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| Big B’s, double-O twenty-ten-nine, this brrat nigga
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| We gon' pull up with them sticks and hop out with them choppers
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| Walking out the ten in blue Balenciagas
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| I caught an opp, now I got blood on blue Balenciagas
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| Up that forty, let that pistol sing a melody
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| Fuck all of that talking, we can go to war
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| Leave your brain marinating on the boulevard
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| I got something that’ll put you out your misery
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| Seven point six two, five point five six’s, two-two-three
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| Yeah, Melly baby
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| And I’m back, yeah, yeah-eah
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| I’m on a whole 'nother fuckin' wave bro
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| Can’t even swim with this shit I’m spittin', hah
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| (Young nigga world baby, young nigga world baby
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| Young nigga ways, yeah yeah)
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| I’m with them sharks fuck nigga, I’m for real, hey |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Virtual (Blue Balenciagas), artist - YNW Melly. Album song I AM YOU, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп