Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Still YH III, artist - Young GullyDate of issue: 19.02.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Still YH III |
| I’m still YH, niggas ain’t knowin', knowin' |
| These niggas ain’t knowin' |
| I’m still YH, niggas ain’t knowin', knowin' |
| These niggas ain’t knowin' |
| We gettin' paid |
| Let the music play |
| You won’t get away |
| Just keep groovin' and he’ll come back to you one day |
| Still YH |
| Let the music play |
| You won’t get away |
| This groove will get it goin' and he won’t lead you anywhere |
| Still YH |
| Let the music play |
| You won’t get away |
| Just keep groovin' and he’ll come back to you one day |
| Still YH |
| Let the music play |
| You won’t get away |
| This groove will get it goin' and he won’t lead you anywhere |
| Still YH |
| Let the shit bang, thuggin' let your stick hang |
| I’m out the whip, foreign kicks with the sllit frames |
| Couple on my that was quick change |
| Wrist flames got me goin' like six chains |
| Where your bitch, in my suite gettin' dick gamed |
| In between the sheets yellin' out my nickname |
| In my own lane even when I switch lanes |
| Brick house on my side call me Rick James |
| Three Bs run it up like the PGs |
| Snow flakes with the ice, that’s a deep freeze |
| I be talkin' all this dope like I keep keys |
| I don’t play, I’m too adult for these pee-wees |
| Real boss, holler at me when you need a job |
| My advice, just elude it when you see the mob |
| I’m so up on these niggas, all I see is God |
| Lotta foes in these streets, gotta keep a rod |
| Let the music play |
| You won’t get away |
| Just keep groovin' and he’ll come back to you one day |
| Still YH |
| Let the music play |
| You won’t get away |
| This groove will get it goin' and he won’t lead you anywhere |
| Still YH |
| Let the trunk shake, trust I’ma touch cake |
| Ho, I’m stand up, I don’t do the pump fakes |
| Niggas say they guns up, but they funds ain’t |
| When you do it for the love, gotta dust snakes |
| On my grind, stickin' to it like I’m duct tape |
| Take my time with these units, I don’t rush fate |
| Get the packs for the load, off of front way |
| Final seconds on the clock and we up eight |
| Been eatin' on these boys, that’s a lunch date |
| Call me Jacob in the bull, fight just one |
| Middle finger to the critics, nigga fuck hate |
| Got 'em sighin', 'cause their callin' me a young great |
| If there’s problems, let me know, I’ll let the drum bake |
| Still sittin' on the bench, like the bus lady |
| Big dog, had to do it for the |
| And no comin' sideways, better come straight |
| Let the music play |
| You won’t get away |
| Just keep groovin' and he’ll come back to you one day |
| Still YH |
| Let the music play |
| You won’t get away |
| This groove will get it goin' and he won’t lead you anywhere |
| Still YH |
| Let the music play |
| You won’t get away |
| Just keep groovin' and he’ll come back to you one day |
| Still YH |
| Let the music play |
| You won’t get away |
| This groove will get it goin' and he won’t lead you anywhere |
| Still YH |