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delivery boys - ygb rappin all fast lyrics

[chorus – ygb]
ygb rappin’ all fast drop the ball then i p-ss
yo b-tch callin’ a cab
you n-ggas pull up and fallin’ right back lookin’ haunted like pat from the conjuring cast
i just be sh-ttin’ its all in my raps
i drop the bag put it all on my tab
all of these n-ggas be all on my back put ’em all in the trash im with my n-gga taz

[verse 1 – ygb]

you never ballin like that
n-ggas pull up and you fallin right back
i’m lookin stupid i dream and it’s lucid you n-ggas is losin’
i’m callin my dad
chain it be loopin’ i’m sick like the lupus i chuck up the deuces these b-tches is wack
i just be p–pin these b-tches is trash
don’t need no cupid i hit from the back
you gettin’ redder then sh-t you ain’t better than this when i get a b-tch lit
i’m on top you the sediment sh-t
she on top get wetter than p-ss
get cheddar and chips man i get cheese
get a b-tch lit like i get d
bet the sh-t clip ‘cuz i just screamed
beretta with clips i ride w heat
i take ya b-tch out for groceries
leave ‘cuz that b-tch do not notice me
i make her n-gga want smoke with me
just ‘cuz he mad that i been in her ovaries
he finna geek he gettin’ mad
i don’t wanna speak
he gettin hands
she wanna leave ‘cuz that n-gga is trash
he finna sleep watch a n-gga get clapped

[chorus – ygb]

ygb rappin’ all fast drop the ball then i p-ss
yo b-tch callin a cab
you n-ggas pull up and fallin’ right back lookin’ haunted like pat from the conjuring cast
i just be sh-ttin’ its all in my raps
i drop the bag put it all on my tab
all of these n-ggas be all on my back put ’em all in the trash im with my n-gga taz

[verse 2 – goldwood]

ygb think that he fast so li’l goldwood gon’ pull up the track and then spazz
yo don’t make me laugh
my goons in the back
i think i f-cked my hand up slapping her -ss

she smelling 3 different bottles of body wash
up first in the morn’ put the coffee on
you know that i warned bout that poppyc-ck
she jewish i call the head mazel top

i take that b-tch to bodega
i smoke cicada that came from jamaica
up in the lab i’m crunching the data
pick up the phone and put me thru to jakob (notrust!)

i need the slappys
backwood need the lotion baby look at how it ashy
i be up in the house like i’m kyle m-ssey
sh-tted on the beat d-mn i know i’m so nasty

i’m the sh-t like morning coffee
sh-t like a charmin bear
i sh-t like i’m in the potty
smoking gelato eating real italian biscotti
while max is in the corner chopping fronto like karate

but let’s be serious
why you wanna do what i do i look like i’m a mirror in this —?
i’ma hit the club and pick up a couple of bearded chicks
shorties love me cuz i’m scooby doo mysterious

[chorus – ygb]

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