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y.d.g {yasdagr8t} - spit them bars freestyle lyrics

{intro}
ayy, ayy
ayy, ayy, ayy, yuh

{verse 1: trickylizzy}
one phone call, and his brains we’ll get to mopping
calling you to say “sorry i’m so hyped up, i’m to f+cking dumb that i’m obsessed with violence” anxiety, i’m running out of options
why do people think i’m so ignorant? why am i so toxic?
yeah i’m selfish, always in this b+tch for something, i still walk around at looking for a fight, these b+tches ask me if i wanna fight, i don’t know i might
switchblade off rip, making them lose an eye, i’ma f+ck around like timmy tuner to the tippy top (tippy top), divinorum in my veins
i wonder if these people really grip there glocks, i’m sorry i’m tripping on acid, lipping flaccid d+cking
all of these f+cking people forgets the elements, living and breathing, succeeding at music, i don’t want to blow up like a nuclear bomb, i can’t f+ck with you cuz’ you don’t f+ck with me, your whole crew is full of jealousy (ay)

[verse 2: xpainwarriorx]
i’m too rich to be f+cked with, don’t f+ck for free, (don’t f+ck for free, nah, nah)
i make a statement, when i talk, listen to me, (listen lil’ n+gga)
no, i don’t leave without paying, i pay the fee
i gave her d+ck in the ribs, she screaming “sheesh”, (hold on, what?)
he went from living his life to r.i.p, (oh sh+t)
you can do what you want, don’t mention me
i don’t wanna do no talking, just put in on me
can’t run from the .40, you slow like a tortoise
oh, is it bussin’ bussin’?
not into head no more, you coming in if you f+cking f+cking?
bad b+tch, she belong to the streets, i can see the future
if this b+tch don’t come to the car, she gon’ need an uber
she looking like a gun, i’ma precisely shoot her, use her
she shaking ass, i’ma let her pass, bro
“wait, don’t think of it as a game, like super smash bros., just smash bro”
ooh, d+mn, she looking fine, look at that ass, though
i’m a big ole’ player, ain’t doin’ nothing
this a big ole’ world, be careful who you be trustin’
she love to grip on my arms, while we be f+cking
me and nav, we just playing, we really goated
i put bands on her t++th, i’m talking golden
he say he just pulling up, but where he at?
we went from f+cking on the bed to f+cking on a mat, (huh?)
{verse 3: y.d.g}
ayee its yasdagr8t on the beat
you know im comin with the heat
yuhh, im a bad bihh
they know im the sh+t
stop cappin (sit down)
they luv how i move
gotta body like saweetie
tap+tap+in (muahh)
8 figure body
real classy
this ain’t a game
ain’t neva doin this for fame
keep my name out yo mouth
lame ass bihh
you just suckin for clout (nah fr)
yea she gotta man but still can’t keep her legs closed
i ain’t got time for you basic hoes
yeah im on top
yea i stay on my toes, but do you though?
ion think so
girl, go wipe your nose (ewww)
life was rough, almost got caught by the cops
but i stayed on top. (haha)
i’m da greatest on the block
man, you know i won’t stop (duhh) (ayee)

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