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ngeeyl - tales of yl lyrics

[intro]
yeah
yl
double-s

[verse]
i live life in them shadows
i’m equipped with ammo
and we shoot like rambo
my n-ggas draped in camo
we poppin’ out the jungle
my n-ggas starving, they hungry
told me and my n-ggas had to take it
now me and my n-ggas we greedy
yeah, put a lil paint on her face
designer drip, i’m draped
designer drip, i’m draped
play with the gang, we say grace
young n-gga, we eatin’
y’all n-ggas look vegan
y’all n-ggas can’t live my lifestyle
i ain’t seen y’all in a while
young n-gga been ducked
been thinkin’ ’bout a truck
young n-gga gettin’ loads
y’all n-ggas gettin’ old
money green like mold
in the green like moss
catchin’ plays, randy moss
ooh, catch a lil play and skrrt off
skrrt-in’ off with your bae
i’m doin’ the dash all the way
back, on the way back to the trap
b-tches they know where i’m at
every day i catch a pack
catch a pack, i bring it in
it’s a ten, no it ain’t
it’s a twelve, no it ain’t
fifteen, they’ll thank me
got a b-tch who from the ‘nolia, i call her lil saint
and i’m drinkin’ on a whole motherf-ckin’ pint
y’all lil n-ggas regular than me and i’m the legend
but i’m ballin’ like a n-gga that never had sh-t
came in that b-tch, ’05 michael vick
y’all n-ggas drinkin’ fake drank, make me sick
beatin’ out the block, then beat out your b-tch
young n-gga put a brick on my wrist
young n-gga run up them bands
pull out the stick on your mans
made that n-gga do the dance
send you a brick in the can
ooh, stupid bad b-tch, say she persian
and that chopper cut just like a surgeon
mix the swag with the gas, go to the mall and splurgin’
they like f-ck that dirty b-st-rd, that boy don’t deserve it
that’s why they hate yl
your b-tch choosin’, i can tell
thought i was gon’ buy her chanel
f-cked the b-tch and i peeled
y’all n-ggas get dipped
’cause b-tch i’m equipped like rambo
my young n-gga equipped with ammo
we poppin’ out, n-gga in camo
d-mn, double-s be the brew
f-ck the local, put you on cnn news
i beat that pack, that motherf-cker bruised
d-mn, pockets on f-ckin’ bruce bruce
d-mn they want to steal me for my paper
they want to see me like big was in them papers
i feel like diddy, see what that dirty money make ya
i got them b-tches doin’ jumping jacks naked
d-mn, young ngee
yeah i’m ridin’ with that d-r-a-c
yeah, and i’m goin’ stupid
young ngee, got plenty p’s
y’all n-gga p-ssy, y’all n-gga regular
b-tch i’m big bag, i been havin’ bags
i been havin’ cash, y’all lil n-ggas sad
do the f-ckin’ dash, skrrt
do the dash b-tch, skrrt
skrrt, skrrt skrrt
bag, b-tch

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