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yfg fatso - new york freestyle lyrics

[refrain]
what you do when i ain’t with you? (what you doin’?)
hope you ain’t ridin’ with n+ggas (i hope)
i wanted to be there near you (come on)
i’ll fly back out the city (aw, man)
it might only take you a second, but you won’t fully get it (you can’t)
i prepare for another blessin’ and you just rock the system (come on)

[chorus]
both of us glidin’, wildin’, most are dyin’ and they can’t rob the feelin’ (come on, come on)
backseat smilin’, plane start, you hear the pilot, now let’s go fly in the city
i honestly don’t wanna use my phone, i need you to come get near me (come on, come on)
i don’t care if we fall out еight more times, we workin’ on us, i’m with it (aw, man)
both of us glidin’, wildin’, most arе dyin’ and they can’t rob the feelin’ (come on, come on)
backseat smilin’, plane start, you hear the pilot, now let’s go fly in the city (let’s go fly)
i honestly don’t wanna use my phone, i need you to come get near me (come on, come on)
i don’t care if we fall out eight more times, we workin’ on us, i’m with it (aw, man)

[verse]
she pretty and she not dumb, a b+tch like her my style (she is)
i might wanna take her and create a son, and move her up out of the town
ghost of the gang and i start dolo hanglin’, n0body ain’t been around (n0body with)
i go get around when they treat me famous, they tryna strip me down (come on, come on)
i’d rather come home and you be naked, i don’t wanna play no game (i don’t)
every second, i just been with her presence, so i let her rock the chain (put it on)
i already told you, they ready to f+ck, these hoes around my name (you know)
truth is, i really been livin’ it up, but these hoes around for game (come on)
i’ll go get a new monte carlo, pull it up and i bet that’s gon’ leave a stain (for real)
you been payin’ on that counter for a couple months, so you still gon’ ride the same
i ain’t rod, i walked in with my rod, they still gon’ ride the wave (they still)
fast cars and chains on all the guys, the reapers ‘nem came insane (yes, sir)
i like her head, she made me look up to god, so i ain’t complain (come on)
the jakes ain’t far, i’m hoppin’ in and out the car, so i’m hidin’ the banger (aw, man)
a bad b+tch told me to fly her out, took her to topanga
i love you, but not how i love moms, i ain’t finna ring your finger (i’m not, i’m not)
i love you, but not how i love cars, i ain’t finna grab you later (come on)
the police don’t think that i ride in suburbans, they think it’s somethin’ outdated (come on)
the bird up over my head, it’s followin’ me, i’ll get with you later (aw, man)
no, i can’t love you, i told all my hoes i’m gon’ degrade ’em
[chorus]
both of us glidin’, wildin’, most are dyin’ and they can’t rob the feelin’ (come on, come on)
backseat smilin’, plane start, you hear the pilot, now let’s go fly in the city (let’s go fly)
i honestly don’t wanna use my phone, i need you to come get near me (come on)
i don’t care if we fall out eight more times, we workin’ on us, i’m with it (aw, man)
both of us glidin’, wildin’, most are dyin’ and they can’t rob the feelin’ (they can’t)
backseat smilin’, plane start, you hear the pilot, now let’s go fly in the city
i honestly don’t wanna use my phone, i need you to come get near me (come on, come on)
i don’t care if we fall out eight more times, we workin’ on us, i’m with it (aw, man)

[refrain]
what you do when i ain’t with you?
hope you ain’t ridin’ with n+ggas
i wanted to be there near you
i’ll fly back out the city
it might only take you a second, but you won’t fully get it
i prepare for another blessin’ and you just rock the system

[chorus]
both of us glidin’, wildin’, most are dyin’ and they can’t rob the feelin’ (nah, they can’t)
backseat smilin’, plane start, you hear the pilot, now let’s go fly in the city
i honestly don’t wanna use my phone, i need you to come get near me (come on, come on)
i don’t care if we fall out eight more times, we workin’ on us, i’m with it (aw, man)
both of us glidin’, wildin’, most are dyin’ and they can’t rob the feelin’ (nah, they can’t)
backseat smilin’, plane start, you hear the pilot, now let’s go fly in the city
i honestly don’t wanna use my phone, i need you to come get near me (come on, come on)
i don’t care if we fall out eight more times, we workin’ on us, i’m with it (aw, man)

- yfg fatso lyrics

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