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yg – i be on lyrics

[hook: yg]
i be on bullsh-t, i be on bullsh-t, i be on bullsh-t
i be on bullsh-t, i be on bullsh-t, i be on bullsh-t
i’m in the foreign with the full clip
ridin’ with the full clip on some rich bullsh-t
i’m in love with a hood b-tch
i give her this good d-ck on some drunk bullsh-t

[verse 1: yg]
if that’s my p-ssy, put my name on it
if that’s my p-ssy, put my name on it
want me to wife it? put my name on it
if i beat it out the frame, put my name on it
order up some guns, add a gauge on it
i ain’t playin’ with these n-gg-s and they know this (on bloods)
that’s my gun, i’ma hold it
and i ain’t movin’ like that, y’all know this
all this liquor f-ckin’ up my liver
all this money f-ckin’ up my n-gg-s
all these b-tches f-ckin’ up my main squeeze
main squeeze hear this sh-t, she gon’ hate me
att-tude how it is ’cause i don’t give a f-ck
yea, i know i ain’t right but i don’t give a f-ck
i know we ain’t the same ’cause i think different
who the one to blame? this drink, n-gg-!

[verse 2: 21 savage]
i’m in a bentley with a dirty k (21)
audemars cost a 100k
got a bad b-tch with me and her friend cute (21)
if that’s my p-ssy, baby, go and get it tattooed
b-tt crack showin’ in that skirt (skrrrt, skrrrt)
she gon’ hold that 30 in her purse
no rihanna, i’ma make a b-tch work (work, work)
my girl say i’m on a bullsh-t flirt (21)
i can’t let a n-gg- do me like ja rule (never)
i ain’t even really f-ckin’ with these rap dudes (21)
i’m with yg, f-ckin’ with the pirus (and what?)
f-ck a n-gg-‘s baby mama in my house shoes (say what?)
chain on, ring on, froze hoe (blinged out)
when you step into my spot, no clothes, hoe (21)
baby joker no more, lock doors, hoe (21)
i’m on the bullsh-t, f-ckin’ with my bros, hoe (21, 21!)

[verse 3: yg]
drop 60 on the benz and then skrrt off
got some dust on my shoulders, get that dirt off
and got n-gg-s that be tryna get that work off
you ain’t never blew 50 bands? you’s a jerk off
got the ak, livin’ in my mama’s house
f-ck my baby mama at my mama’s house
bring all my drama to my mama’s house
thinkin’ i’m a mama’s boy, i hit you with that bla-da-da
geeked, i’m ridin’ dirty, n-gg-, h-llo
b-tch, make it wiggle like jell-o
sneak dissin’ when i come around, you’re mellow
everything about you n-gg-s’ marshmallow
i can hit your b-tch if i want to
but she set up for you so i don’t want to
ayy, i can hit the dealer when i want to
hold up, just left the dealer and i copped two

- yg lyrics

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