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letra de kame up - ysb og

[chorus]
trap goth
young og kane in this b-tch
$etta gang, goth money, 2005
goth, goth, goth money records
came up, i came up
we in the goth trap house lil n-gga
yeah, yeah we in the goth trap house lil b-tch what it do
yeah
i came up, in that goth trap house, woah
with the macs, iced out, drugs on the table like
take out, don’t, give no f-ck, what you gotta say now
please get out my way now, ‘fore i shoot this k round
trap goth
young og kane in this b-tch
$etta gang, goth money, 2005
goth, goth, goth money records
came up, i came up
we in the goth trap house lil n-gga
yeah, yeah we in the goth trap house lil b-tch what it do
yeah
i came up, in that goth trap house, woah
with the macs, iced out, drugs on the table like
take out, don’t, give no f-ck, what you gotta say now
please get out my way now, ‘fore i shoot this k round
everybody get sprayed down
i came up, in this goth trap house
with the macs iced out, drugs on the table like
take out, don’t, give a f-ck, what you gotta say now
please get out my way now, ‘fore i shoot this k round
everybody getting sprayed down
i came up in that goth trap house

[verse 2: young d.i]
young n-gga cooling out smoking dope in the traphouse
just riding boats, young n-gga, sip slow
gotta get the money boy you already know
pushing that v like p-ssy n-gga
i got based god, and i’m cooking dinners
kane with the winters, it’s a cold world
sh-t i’m just a born sinner, $etta gang in this b-tch
for the next 10 winters, i don’t put my name in it
‘less i’m gonn’ get a percentage, rock rock sh-t
and my tour tee’s vintage
it’s a problem we can end it, my n-gga i’m in it to win it
like the mo’f-cking pennant, my n-gga lets get it lets get it
yeah n-gga lets get it
i done came up, you stayed down, on the block doing take downs
you don’t wanna feel that k around, nah
gang, $etta gang, young d.i
kane in this b-tch, thugged out for you n-ggas
lets get it, squad

[verse 3: manelli]
i came up, i came up, manelli in this sh-t
magnum rubber on, how i came up in ya b-tch
work all night like a 10-6, trap steady jumping it don’t stop
see that paid on my knuckles put the money in my hand
before the chopper f-ck around and hit you and your man
put your body where you stand, i hope its understood
yeah i live by any means to get my mama out the hood
that’s the necessary necessary, don’t take it there
nah, f-ckboy they ain’t necessary
your dying day, is a call away
put a hole in one, if a n-gga talking cray’
i’m walking money, i’m talking money
what that mean? b-tch i’m getting paid
b-tch i’m getting paid, b-tch we getting paid
my n-gga kane getting paid, manelli getting paid
yz getting paid, dior getting paid
$etta gang getting paid, goth money all day

[verse 4: ?]
same n-ggas but i’m on some different sh-t now
either roll with the gang or get hit down
stand up n-gga no i can’t sit down
words like bullets watch a n-gga spit rounds
i’m from the city of the land of the lost n-gga
where you either end up into buck or a corpse n-gga
guess we came a long way from being porch n-ggas
now i need the gold rollie and the porsche n-gga
marcus garvey when i show up at the after party
wait there i go getting too deep with it
alexander w-ng sweat ion need denim
j-panese threads with some sheep with me
bowflex like a n-gga ’bout to work out
all i know is that this sh-t about to work out
young fly n-gga came from the dirt now
and the only thing i wanna see is growth now
b-tch, yeah, yeah, lets get it

[chorus: ysb og]
i came up, in that goth trap house, woah
with the macs, iced out, drugs on the table like
take out, don’t, give no f-ck, what you gotta say now
please get out my way now, ‘fore i shoot this k round
everybody get sprayed down
i came up, in that goth trap house, woah
with the macs, iced out, drugs on the table like
take out, don’t, give no f-ck, what you gotta say now
please get out my way now, ‘fore i shoot this k round
everybody get sprayed down
i came up, in that goth trap house, woah

[verse 5: ysb og]
i came up, in that goth trap house, woah
young n-gga, always smoking og, count my stash pot
real sh-t i won’t stop, ’till i reach the f-cking top
climbing up this ladder and i never fall down
always pick myself up, always keep my head up
can’t get caught lackin’ in the field or you gonn’ be dead bruh
i swear to god ion wanna jugg, f-ck life sh-t sad as f-ck
so hard, when you got your brothers to, help you up
lone ranger in the range, by myself i’m hitting stangs
smoking og to the brain, so my mind can elevate
pop a pill and f-cking [?], watch his body levitate
when he catch this chrome eight, to the face
mom say i’m a dis, grace

- ysb og

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