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yaro 9 - push start lyrics

[intro]
uh
yeah

[chorus]
push start, i’m a need a new heart
can i get some room when i’m swerving in my gold cart, full of gold
you should know, not to mess with yaro when he’s on a roll
cynical, now my momma bathtub full of h-lla gold (jeez)
[? helical] (jeez). all my wrist is [? neeble] i just let it go
lose control, lost all these demons in my sleep, sensational
whatcha know, now the kid who’s bullied starts to lose control
everybody in this b-tch gonna lose control

[bridge]
aye
lose control, yeah
lose control, yeah
lose control, yeah
lose control, yeah
everybody in this b-tch gonna lose control now
everybody in this b-tch get out the door now
lose control, yeah
lose control, yeah
lose control, yeah
lose control, yeah
everybody in this b-tch gonna lose control now
the party’s over, lil’ b-tch get off the floor now

[chorus]
whatcha know about livin’ that supersonic speed
lyrics gonna catch you like a hypnotic disease
im diggin’ for treasure hoping to god that i don’t sneeze
skate’n through the house like he has sonic on his feet
what’s the matter? you mad cause your girlfriend’s all on my
check his status, recently single, ready to meet
domesticated, thoughts are you gonna get out on me
then she tell me the royal p-n-s is [? clean…}
i’m a turn the lights off, [? emp] the bank
shoutout ybn, i’m still ‘rubbin off the paint’
hard to duck the cops cause i always smell like dank (hmm)
ridin’ with the ratchet and i’m wippin’ in the [? claint], yuh
can i get a second for a minute yo, {?]
[? vomnio], i get it though i’m with it yo, cynical
with these rhymes i rhyme the shine, i’m at the pinnacle
i don’t waste my time, you guys just missin’ [? chemicals]
i was switchin’ up, hittin’ up my bad side
i can’t get the rest, introduce my best side
turbo’s in the front, bad b-tches in the back
f-ckin’ with me now, where the f-ck was ya -ss at
i was on the loop, now i’m on the track
sh-t ain’t been the same, you still bangin’ on some wack
man you got me f-cked up, i’m a break the bank
now you got me f-cked up, breakin’ out the taint
you can’t help me homie, you ain’t know me homie
where was your -ss at when i was givin’ testimony
all he talk is beef, he ain’t with that new bologna
phone me dry as h-ll, he ain’t really popping homie
i’m with h town, got these collars popping on me
bout a week from now, i’m a have a record on me
pull a white flag, i ain’t talking checkered homie
when you be locked up, i’m a send your -ss a letter homie

[outro]
push start, i’m a need a new heart
can i get some room when i’m swerving in my gold cart, full of gold
you should know, not to mess with yaro when he’s on a roll
cynical, now my momma bathtub full of h-lla gold
lose control, yeah
lose control, yeah
lose control, yeah
lose control, yeah
everybody in this b-tch gonna lose control now
the party’s over, lil’ b-tch get off the floor now

- yaro 9 lyrics

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