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letra de ykmb - justin rarri

ykmb lyrics
lil’ mama
don’t go through my phone no more

[chorus]
in my fendi holds a 50
superstar off the juice he got mixie/mixy
better let me know now if you wit’ me (if you wit’ me)
say you holdin’ it down wit’ the 60
2 glocks op b-tch i’m feelin’ like 50 (like 50)
talkin’ outta’ body cause’ they envy (cause’ they envy)
we gon’ dip a body when we dump sh-t (dump sh-t)
my young n-ggas tweakin’ off that dumb sh-t
keepin’ a 2’3 on me, up it in fashion i mike and amiri the jeans
hold up my dee gon’ deez, that be my brother i know he ain’t snitchin’ on me, 2,000 to cover ip
word to my mother try to sing gon’ d.i.e (d.i.e)
skkrtin’ off in a gle (gle)
i got demons on touch try to get on me

[verse]
i can show you the life that i’m livin’
i bе laughin’ y’all n-ggas ain’t wit’ it
i just popped a percy then got in my feelins’
it’s a f-ckin’ honor free my n-ggas
i just bring thе top tho in like
we on a mission don’t care bout’ no invite
i got many knockas’ sit pipes
racked up show that these jeans tight
tell you rack up a m if you wanna’ do that
either way you sign him like a durag ( sign em’ like a what)
come and get ya’ boo back
either come over, spin through that
i just hit the e-way then spin through that
now she wanna hold down a toola’
and she wanna be my lil’ oota’
b-tch we outside f-ck the rumors whole lotta’ boomas’
[end chorus/verse]
in my fendi holds a 50
superstar off the juice he got mixie/mixy
better let me know now if you wit’ me (if you wit’ me)
say you holdin’ it down wit’ the 60
2 glocks op b-tch i’m feelin’ like 50 (like 50)
talkin’ outta’ body cause’ they envy (cause’ they envy)
we gon’ dip a body when we dump sh-t (dump sh-t)
my young n-ggas tweakin’ off that dumb sh-t
keepin’ a 2’3 on me, up it in fashion i mike and amiri the jeans
hold up my dee gon’ deez, that be my brother i know he ain’t snitchin’ on me, 2,000 to cover ip
word to my mother try to sing gon’ d.i.e (d.i.e)
skkrtin’ off in a gle (gle)
i got demons on touch try to get on me
i am mr. diabellic, i was mr. lou wit’ the fetish
tryna’ catch a shmack’ it blam (gllrt gllrt)
n-ggas don’t get no bands
catch a opp n-gga dizzy put em’ inna’ can
b-tch my bl!ck don’t jam ( my bl!ck don’t)
we turn up onna’ fan, mr. f-ck it up again (f-ck it up again)
(i did it again) gah gah (i did it again) gah gah
gah gah gah bow glrrow
gllrah glrrah boom
thow thow bloom

- justin rarri

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