| Okay, okay, so, YSL
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| We’re YSL AKA private flight gang, you know?
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| Yeah, man, we’re the private flight gang, you know?
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| Join in bitch
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| Bitches in love with these slimers, how many now?
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| Lil' nigga money long as a Greyhound
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| Smokin' that shit out the pound
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| We never lost it, it ain’t nothin' to be found
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| These bitches come and go 'round and go 'round
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| I took the booty, nailed her like a mount
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| These bitches gon' cover me, I call them gowns
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| Boy that’s your problem
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| I might fuck her but boy that’s your problem
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| Gettin' extorted, then boy, that’s your problem
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| No need for abortions, I’ll nut on your momma
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| Send him up to God with no problem
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| Got icin' on icin' on boogers on boogers, lil' bit', that’s my problem (Bling
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| bloaw)
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| Boy check out that Rollie it shine like a motherfuckin' Prada
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| In a Bentley burnin' loud and I’m gassin'
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| I got hundreds sittin' on hundreds, that blue cheese, I’m not ranchin'
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| I done took off on a boot now I’m Paris Hilton dancing'
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| And I feel like Marilyn Manson and I want a fucking GRAMMY
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| Pass me that mud, please just pass me that mud
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| Sticky white birds, call 'em doves
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| Implants up under my girls
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| Please no-no fallin' in love, no (Never)
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| I’m runnin' round with a bitch, mouth 'bout thick as a cup
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| Meanwhile, they hatin', I done spent me some dubs
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| And I’ma lie to that ho like a rug
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| Gettin' money of course
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| Blatt! |
| Cookin' white like the Porsches
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| Shout out to Nelly Air Forces
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| Hop in that ‘Ghini ran right on your porch
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| Hop out like motherfuck the doors
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| Yeah, I’ma go 'head and free Offset, yeah, he a Migo (Free Offset, nigga)
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| Bitches in love with these slimers, how many now?
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| Lil' nigga money long as a Greyhound
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| Smokin' that shit out the pound
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| We never lost it, it ain’t nothin' to be found
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| These bitches come and go 'round and go 'round
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| I took the booty, nailed her like a mount
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| These bitches gon' cover me, I call them gowns
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| Boy, that’s your problem
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| I might fuck her but boy that’s your problem
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| Gettin' distorted lil' boy, that’s your problem
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| No need for abortions, I’ll nut on your momma
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| Send him up to God with no problem
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| Got icin' on icin' on boogers on boogers, lil' bit', that’s my problem
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| Boy, check out that Rollie it shine like a motherfuckin' Prada
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| Damn, we gon' try you in these streets
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| We don’t G her with no sheets
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| How long ago? |
| 'Bout a week
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| All my attires are neat
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| All of her friends are unique
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| I wanna fuck at least three
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| Can I? |
| (Yeah, sheesh)
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| He playin'? |
| I pop him like pop tarts
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| I’ma demon, only see when dark
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| I look like I got a Visa card
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| Private fligth gang, yeah, agree with us
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| Dinosaur B’s and some C’s with us
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| I like that cat bald like an eagle, bruh
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| Since I ran up my racks ain’t no tamin' us
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| Damn, it’s Friday, I need angel dust
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| I fuck that bitch if she starin' (Yeah)
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| Pull up and hop out McLarens
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| Don’t say I won’t cause that’s darin'
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| I’ll shoot him with a bow and arrow
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| Yeah, my bitch is a motherfuckin' horse with no saddle
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| Yeah, shoot that bitch one time with a double barrel
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| Bitches in love with these slimers, how many now?
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| Lil' nigga money long as a Greyhound
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| Smokin' that shit out the pound
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| We never lost it, it ain’t nothin' to be found
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| These bitches come and go 'round and go 'round
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| I took the booty, nailed her like a mount
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| These bitches gon' cover me, I call them gowns
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| Boy that’s your problem
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| I might fuck up a boy that’s your problem
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| Gettin' extorted, lil' boy, that’s your problem
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| No need for abortions, I’ll nut on your momma
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| Send him up to God with no problem
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| Got icin' on icin' on boogers on boogers, lil' bit', that’s my problem
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| Boy, check out that Rollie it shine like a motherfuckin' Prada
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| Yah, yeah
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| Yah, yeah |