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letra de around the world - yung mal

[intro]
(ride this b-tch up, hulk, on gang)
look

[chorus]
i never asked a n-gga to post my sh-t (never)
’round the whole world, they know my sh-t (on god)
did it off of love, you don’t owe me sh-t (off love)
stopped doin’ drugs and my life got lit (stopped drugs)
thirty-five bands when i lift my wrist
got racks stacked up, man, this sh-t don’t fit (sh-t)
took a lot of l’s, why the f-ck would i quit?
murder got beat, why the f-ck would i snitch? (shh)
flew up north with a down south b-tch (phew, phew)
i’m way in new york, but i got that bl!ck (fah)
went for my chain, then his ass got hit (boom)
mall ain’t have sh-t, but the boy got rich (got rich)
fans runnin’ up, gotta stop, take a pic’ (boy)
my neck full of gold, sh-t look like p-ss (gold)
house full of hoes, all of ’em on g6
camera roll, n-gga, and i’m good from that 1 to the 6 (let’s go)

[verse]
might pull up with big booty west side b-tch (ooh, ooh)
facе card good, yeah, i check out, b-tch (b-tch)
know a n-gga got rich on the hit, onе l!ck (one l!ck)
check on his head, get his ass done quick (bye)
my whole gang, n-ggas gettin’ money like mitch (money)
chopper hit his ass, make him hear a high pitch
had a good day, spent two k for the kick
iceburg got it hot like a bakery, b-tch (iceburg)
i know these f-ck n-ggas hate on me (f-ck n-ggas)
got these chains on my neck like it’s slavery (slavery)
i’m the hardest, you cannot debate on me (never)
from the block, i got rich off of melodies (on god)
duffel bag and it’s filled with your salary (cash)
custom drip, i ain’t rockin’ no gallery (no)
switch hit him in his ass, lost calories (frrt)
i’m the boss, b-tch, talk to my faculty (b-tch)
leave the show and these b-tches run after me (let’s go)
penthouse, i don’t sleep in no double tree (nah)
got these racks in my pockets, they huggin’ me (racks)
got me swervin’, the b-tch started suckin’ me (skrrt)
take my swag, but it never can double me (never)
won a championship, poppin’ bubbly (poppin’)
ain’t none of these n-ggas did nothin’ for me (never)
on god (on god)
[chorus]
i never asked a n-gga to post my sh-t (never)
’round the whole world, they know my sh-t (on god)
did it off of love, you don’t owe me sh-t (off love)
stopped doin’ drugs and my life got lit (stopped drugs)
thirty-five bands when i lift my wrist
got racks stacked up, man, this sh-t don’t fit (sh-t)
took a lot of l’s, why the f-ck would i quit?
murder got beat, why the f-ck would i snitch? (shh)
flew up north with a down south b-tch (phew, phew)
i’m way in new york, but i got that bl!ck (fah)
went for my chain, then his ass got hit (boom)
mall ain’t have sh-t, but the boy got rich (got rich)
fans runnin’ up, gotta stop, take a pic’ (boy)
my neck full of gold, sh-t look like p-ss (gold)
house full of hoes, all of ’em on g6 (yeah)
camera roll, n-gga, and i’m good from that 1 to the 6

[outro]
yeah, i’m good from that 1 to the 6, n-gga
from your hood to my hood, n-gga, don’t matter where i’m at, i’m good, n-gga
f-ck you doin’, n-gga? stopped doin’ drugs and my life got lit, the f-ck?
the f-ck i look like chasin’ a b-tch?
haha, iceburg, b-tch

- yung mal

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