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letra de blast off - ysn flow

[intro: ysn flow]
aye, uh

[chorus: ysn flow]
they just came to go, ain’t gone play no more, ain’t the same no more
change some more, that’s what n-ggas do, so i can’t hang no more
always had a vision on my dream gon’ be a reality
oh, f-ck ’em, i’m gon’ blow-woah-woah
3-2-1, i’m finna blast, i’m takin off
know these n-ggas tryna jack my swag, i made the sauce
they switch up, i stay up in my bag, i hate ’em all
i got cash and they tryna come back, can’t save ’em all, h-ll no i can’t save ’em all

[verse 1: ysn flow]
they talk about your loses, but won’t talk about your gains , no
money changed my life, but my lifestyle won’t ever change, no
when i’m by myself, i reminisce, that’s when my pain go
i remember i was happy, now i just think ”where them days go?”
i can stress about no b-tch, they bring me drama, not no commas
think i’m stressin’ ’cause i’m rich, got too much money, that’s my problem
me and fake n-ggas just don’t cl!ck, and if i see ’em, i’mma rob ’em
and b-tch i’m fresh up on from the bricks, so i got sticks up in my condo, yeah, yeah
he got a problem, we got choppas, 762s
i got money, now they tryna find out, what i’m into
that fame will make some n-ggas change, i told them move
had to try to do me for some clout, that’s why i step out with them woo’s, now

[verse 2: justin rarri]
tell that b-tch, turn the city up, countin’ all these money problems
but in la, she ain’t eatin though, why you think she stuck in my condo
says she actin’ like a fiend, finna blow my little bomber
i’mma just let out all this cream, in her throat, i got a hitter, mercedes
she tryna go out for a date, yeah, i got a whole lotta demons
stackin these hunnids’, they look like the sea
told a b-tch that i love her, but no i don’t mean it
sorry but, b-tch i didn’t mean it, talkin’ money, finna set up a meter
bodies droppin’, and my little n-gga did it, two shots, and these n-ggas are sleepin’
holdin’ her, but didn’t hit her though
b-tch be for the bag, i up my swag, so no one takin’ her
and she suckin’ d-ck, and know she bad, she takin’ off
b-tch i swipe my card, don’t share no tag, i’m scammin’ though
cut off that lil b-tch, and embarrass her

- ysn flow

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