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yg – driving like im loco lyrics

[intro: yg]
(yeah)
all black four door
if you didn’t know by now
(kitchen’s closed)
all black, ah, ah, ah
all black four door
driving like i’m loco
20 on the dash
i ain’t worried about the popo
it’s yg 400

[hook: yg]
i got that all black four door
driving like i’m loco
20 on the dash
i ain’t worried about the popo

[verse 1: yg]
give my niggas straps
tell them where the lick at go go
before this rap shit, i would have went solo
i don’t give a f-ck about no hoe
aye man yolo
when i catch your -ss nigga marco polo
riding ‘round dolo, give the b-tch the low blow
what i mean by that i leave her hanging like a yo-yo
first money boomin, all my hoes tuned in
get all my homies on, do these drugs to the music
i’m too sick, got homies hitting back on the news clips
f-ck love nigga i’m only shooting at cupid
i’m a pimp, i’m a mac, i’m a cold -ss nigga
got the strap with no stash i’m a bold -ss nigga
you a sell out, between another sold -ss nigga
you the type to bend over touch your toes -ss nigga

[hook: yg]
i got that all black four door
driving like i’m loco
i got that all black four door
driving like i’m loco
i got that all black four door
driving like i’m loco
20 on the dash
i ain’t worried about the popo
i got that all black four door
driving like i’m loco
i got that all black four door
driving like i’m loco
i got that all black four door
driving like i’m loco
20 on the dash
i ain’t worried about the popo

[verse 2: blanco]
meet me in the parking lot at the denny’s
with a quarter mill down to the penny
i be standing there with my semi
asking me if i got more, said i got plenty
this guerrilla territory, therefore
can’t afford it, don’t ask for it
(-ssholes) fans took my p-ssport
(f-ck) f-ck the feds kiss my -sshole (-ssholes)
i could show you how to hustle (b-tch)
skinny boy with the muscle (b-tch)
i could show you how to duffle (throw money up)
i could show you how to double boy
smoking joints and the best herb (kush)
carry guns, but i’m just a nerd (nerd)
kick back and i just observe (woah)
dope money is the magic word (woah)

[verse 3: db tha general]
no homo, db i be dolo
playing with the king
i put them hoes up in your photo, nigga
no homo, db i be dolo
playing with the king
i put them hoes up in your photo, nigga
get your -ss repo’d
end up in a depot
ain’t no pinto
yeah, and my piece out
shoutout my nigga young huss, young tito
i’m too fly too high, dumb veisle
cherry pie, cherry pie
middle finger to the f-cking sky
wise guy, wise guy
we the mod 50 deep you don’t wanna die

- yg lyrics

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