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ybs skola - plain ap lyrics

[intro: ybs skola]
i can’t wear no plain ap if it ain’t gold, h+ll no

[chorus: ybs skola]
i can’t wear no plain ap if it ain’t gold, h+ll no
when that work touch down, we quick to get it sold, no hangin’ out
them ring cameras somethin’ different, caught my lil’ man bangin’ out
them fiends wan’ cop from somebody else, if you ain’t got one, then put ’em out
still’ll move ’round my 40 glock with them racks stuffed in my jeans
got a young n+gga, he a grave digger, he ain’t no older than sixteen
i be doin’ whatever i want, wakin’ up, doin’ this sh+t in my dreams
said she can’t do nothin’, she just came on ’em, like, b+tch, what do you mean?

[verse 1: ybs skola]
bought the caddy, i’m gon’ ice the rollie all the way to the band
remember when i was a juvie chasin’ plays and split it with my man
drop some racks to the gang to help him get up out that can
he was goin’ whenever you say, how you forget about that man?
i’m from the block, watch i go straight to the top, i ain’t even gon’ talk about it
park the trackhawk right out back the club, you can’t even walk around it
gave a lil’ b+tch two thousand to f+ck, hope she ain’t tell n0body
hit the club and left with all the bad ones, that was my n+ggas probably
one lil’ ho said that she tired of me, i was rockin’ prada (b+tch)
she don’t know that it’s either blood or sweat on every dollar (on god)
i would tell her shut up, she don’t know nothin’, but she a scholar (woo)
ain’t too many n+ggas know the feeling of countin’ up for an hour
[chorus: ybs skola]
i can’t wear no plain ap if it ain’t gold, h+ll no
when that work touch down, we quick to get it sold, no hangin’ out
them ring cameras somethin’ different, caught my lil’ man bangin’ out
them fiends wan’ cop from somebody else, if you ain’t got one, then put ’em out
still’ll move ’round my 40 glock with them racks stuffed in my jeans
got a young n+gga, he a grave digger, he ain’t no older than sixteen
i be doin’ whatever i want, wakin’ up, doin’ this sh+t in my dreams
said she can’t do nothin’, she just came on ’em, like, b+tch, what do you mean?

[verse 2: yg teck]
man, this b+tch already doin’ the most, i ain’t even hit her yet
b+tch, i’m a d+boy, ain’t too much i want and i ain’t get it yet
all my n+ggas got phones, n0body callin’ collect
thought she could get another me, that b+tch starved when i left
and if i really wan’ f+ck, i pay the fee one time
make a fifty in a day, that’s how it be sometimes
uh, chopped the face on a plain presi’, this b+tch pressure
stretch a fiend when i come out, who needs testers?
b+tch, what you want? just tell me, i spend money
now she braggin’ like it’s somethin’, b+tch only got ten from me
they know how i got it, uh, pull up in the projects, uh
i tripled everything i spent and puttin’ up the profits

- ybs skola lyrics

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