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yng tr!ss – golden state lyrics

[intro: joker]
good evening ladies and gentleman, we are tonight’s entertainment

[intro: yng tr!ss]
facts
we are, tonights entertainment
i got shooters on my team, you know?

[verse 1: yng tr!ss]
ay, i wake up to a new day
imma get the blue pays
blue, just like they blueface
the bills with the blue face
i feel like it’s tuesday
get rubies all like, who say?
see it clear, like blueray
get money, but you too late

i put it in her mouth like toothpaste
you know i rock with shooters, ay
i say it clear, i say it plain
my shooters here, and they ain’t playing
balling like we playing hoops
and you know i’m starting in the game
you tripping, slipping, b+tch, like oops
but i’m scoring, like make it rain
[chorus: yng tr!ss]
golden state, golden state
golden state, golden state
shooters on my team
might as well just call me golden state
golden state, golden state
golden state, golden state
rock with shooters on my team
and i ain’t talking steph and clay

[verse 2: yng tr!ss]
got shooters on my team
like we in the nba
and you know that i’m finna ball out
until my ending day
my dying day, ’till the day i die, uh+huh
i’ll ball so hard, more than you ever tried, uh+huh

i keep going, (going), like dory the fish
never hanging with the lames, they bore me, lil b+tch, uh+huh
stuck like a sweat+stain, inside your b+tch’s brain i be
her eyes on me, like i’m an eyelid, she must need vizine, uh+huh

[chorus: yng tr!ss]
golden state, golden state
golden state, golden state
shooters on my team
might as well just call me golden state
golden state, golden state
golden state, golden state
rock with shooters on my team
and i ain’t talking steph and clay
[chorus: yng tr!ss]
golden state, golden state
golden state, golden state
shooters on my team
might as well just call me golden state
golden state, golden state
golden state, golden state
rock with shooters on my team
and i ain’t talking steph and clay

[verse 3: yung ale]
packing up my money, imma put it in my bag
i got n+gga’s everywhere, i swear to god, they run up bags, yeah
thousand dollar’s, put it in my rag, yeah
i’m a real street n+gga, yeah, i’m mad, yeah

imma pull out my side n+gga, imma shoot him down
n+gga talking down? i’m on that n+gga, imma lay him down
i f+cked your baby mama, then i made her frown
she said she wanted more, then i made her moan (moan)

then i had to pull my stick out, my whip out
if a n+gga tryna dip now, we dip, out
we be getting so high, we be hitting planets
my n+gga’s doing magic, they gon make him vanish
[chorus: yng tr!ss]
golden state, golden state
golden state, golden state
shooters on my team
might as well just call me golden state
golden state, golden state
golden state, golden state
rock with shooters on my team
and i ain’t talking steph and clay

- yng trss lyrics

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