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letra de drexler - young yully

[intro]
ooh, what?
ayy, what? ayy, what?
ayy

[verse 1: young yully]
posted up in the whip wit’ all my homies chillin’ (skrt skrt)
they got the double cup swervin’ lanes we keep on spillin’ (pourin’ fo’s)
b-sses bumpin’ music blastin’ feel it in the ceiling
wrist so icy neck so froze, man my bones is chillin’ (brrr)
blue cheese, benjamin franklins all up in my pocket
f-ck wit’ my crew, we gone retaliate rip your eyeball out yo’ socket
running so fast, away from the action these homies look like tyler lockett
already know how i’m rockin’
we gonna go there’s no option (nope)
we gon’ rep the 818
never early always late (what?)
one day we is gon’ be great
hit the function jump the gate
please don’t make me demonstrate (nope)
pick the time and pick the date
me and yo b-tch go on dates (what?)
she got super model traits

[verse 2: wally mant]
b-tch i ride through the darkside
rode less walked, my grind
keep it up
never break my stride
take this outside
how i walk
all these p-ssy boys
all they do is talk
wrist drippin’ from the heat
my diamonds melt jus’ like ice rocks
flex-flexin’ all my garments, linen cost a whole d-mn check
straight coolin’ wit’ young yully, with this kid we like a movie
and i swear we keep it hunnid
only blue bills, always stuntin’
dead faces popping pockets
money counter don’t need wallets (ayy)

- young yully

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