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ybn lil bro - y-life lyrics

[intro]
(oh yeah, rick)
ybn
n+ggas can’t f+ck with me
n+ggas can’t f+ck with my squad

[verse 1]
never was playin’ fair
bunch of n+ggas banned from the hood, rap payin’ good
i can make like thirty in one month, know it’s all love
she gon’ let me f+ck ’cause i’m the one
n+ggas sick of ybn, i get to throwin’ that sh+t up
my first day out of jail, i hit my n+gga up, we in the ‘jects
took his strap from off his hip, that’s how you make a n+gga mad
savage squad, we in the zone, we bringin’ this sh+t back
always been hard+headed, i live my life on the edge
i already know my n+gga good, he ridin’ fully automatic
posted up in neighborhoods n+ggas never can come back
watch how this sh+t right here turned a boy into a man
got everybody sayin’, “d+mn, why he do him like that?”
bro ain’t even gotta ask, get to shootin’ through the glass
ho, you wanna ride with me? make sure you wear your life jacket
it’s two hundred on the dash, i bet i get us there and back
all this work i put in, n+ggas ain’t proud of me yet?
one of my worst fears my own man seein’ the stand
i know some n+ggas real lifers, somewhere chillin’ up in max
i get locked, i’ma be somewhere sendin’ hits from my cell
n+ggas tell to 12, that’s when p+ssy n+ggas get the belt
[chorus]
i be high as h+ll, fly as h+ll, you can’t tell me nothin’
smoke his dead man, smoke his dead ass into a bale
i be everywhere, was never scared, was taught to get the money
folks still a tweaker, keep his gun on him from sunday to sunday

[verse 2]
don’t take no lunch breaks
back+to+back srts, turned the streets to a one+way
we in two whole different leagues, you lil’ n+ggas pump fakin’
pop off, give me a reason, i’ma show you one day
best believe all my n+ggas with that gunplay
i think he doin’ it for the clout, put him on the front page
got hoes throwin’ alley+oops like, “ho, do me a favor”
shot that boy, forgot his name, lil’ boy thought he was major

[chorus]
i be high as h+ll, fly as h+ll, you can’t tell me nothin’
smoke his dead man, smoke his dead ass into a bale
i be everywhere, was never scared, was taught to get the money
folks still a tweaker, keep his gun on him from sunday to sunday

[outro]
don’t take no lunch breaks
back+to+back srts, turned the streets to a one+way
we in two whole different leagues, you lil’ n+ggas pump fakin’
pop off, give me a reason, i’ma show you one day

- ybn lil bro lyrics

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