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openpad - yayaya! lyrics

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sebby og

o, sebby o, pitch an o i gotta go
on my own, im on go on cruise control
fly away with me, out of state to mexico
know the road, call me sebby figueroa
yayaya, you player hatin on a young man
dont give no f-cks man, celly pager im the plug man
im just a kid, im tuckin a doob and im rollin it dumb fast
girl let me live, im tryna get rich and spread it to the young mans
yayaya ha ha ha laughin at a punk b-tch
blase blas drop the top ooo she in that sun dress
she lookin good in that pink, mixin and matchin them jeans
she like the way that i think, she got it down to a t
i been skatin movin hoopin out in venice beach
she my michelada mami all that i can drink
look at the way i maneuver look at the way that i dress
told her im headed straight to her told her to send the address

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saucalini

say yayaya, yayaya, i love my squad i love my gang
oh my god, like oh my god we got it made
yellow bone, that yellow bone might be my favorite
ride me slow, she ride me slow and treat me great
hollywood, in hollywood she feed me grapes
she likes wine, i dont like wine i drink cervez
need that low, i need that low low clean on daytons
keep that chrome, i like them spokes and how they sw-ng
drop the top, baby think im pimpin cuz my game nice
fly as h-ll, baby fly as sh-t but she got stage fright
not at all, they think i be playin no way jose
we got the rock, baby watch me shakem like ladanian
that money gon come for me
that money gon come for me
she ain’t the only one, that love me im on the run

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