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t.ayche - ysb lyrics

young swae my brother
they dig me like shovel
we spend all the racks
cuz we came from the rubble
they dont want the smoke
cuz we double the trouble
they all around us
we ain’t tell em to huddle
im rich and dark
so they calling me truffle
im way too fast
i got the bag like a duffle

young swae my brother
they dig me like shovel
we spend all the racks
cuz we came from the rubble
they dont want the smoke
cuz we double the trouble
they all around us
we ain’t tell em to huddle
im rich and dark
so they calling me truffle
im way too fast
i got the bag like a duffle
they talking trash
i ain’t hear nun cuz they mumble

stick and it came with a muzzle
i never fall i won’t tumble
i got the snake on my buckle
they catching drip by the puddle
cut him up he in a puzzle
not for rebuddal
got 10 flows then double

who you know pop like this
40 songs 8 days no one drop like this
im executioner took the top off the whip
she done even no my name dont talk to the trick
girl mixing in the back in all black like a witch
popped a blue and red like lilo and stitch

dont sit down she hope on it
paint my tool optimus
happy like optimist
all white my contra fit
mix with my darker skin
she sucking on my d+ck
till she catch parkison
i told that your homie fin
because it was end
stealing my favorite sin
im on my paper trail
he on his paper thin
that boy was hating then
my choppa ate him them
cheese how it grated him
walk up dont say nuh thin
bullets they spray at him
hit him the ray it did
we can’t convey events
body decay and sh+t
instant replay he glitched
i dont relay with snitch
his cash on ebay ab+tch

i do not f+ck with simps
see him get sparta kick
tore him like cartilage
paint him red artist sh+t
flow fire arsonist
pull out the nightwa
you body the target then

i do not want any part of them
they count me out but can’t count to 10
i wanna whip i dont want no friends
when im high i go to neverland
talking bout racks that he cannot spend
i made a trade had to barter then
i am a king call me arthur than
they mad cuz they know that im smarter than
im going harder and harder than

young swae my brother
they dig me like shovel
we spend all the racks
cuz we came from the rubble
they dont want the smoke
cuz we double the trouble
they all around us
we ain’t tell em to huddle
im rich and dark
so they calling me truffle
im way too fast
i got the bag like a duffle
they talking trash
i ain’t hear nun cuz they mumble
dont drop the bag
i got the cash never fumble

- t ayche lyrics

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