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ynw melly - yns lyrics

[intro]
oh, i gotta keep f#ckin’ goin’
yeah
young n#gga world
and that’s for life
all my n#ggas dons, ya dig
goats, them some dons
know what i’m sayin’
woo

[verse]
b#tch, b#tch, b#tch, b#tch, (yeah) young n#gga world, b#tch (yeah)
yeah, young n#gga world, b#tch
young n#gga world, g (okay, b#tch)
young n#gga world, jit (okay, b#tch)
b#tch, b#tch, okay, haha
young n#gga world sh#t
young n#gga world sh#t
young n#gga world sh#t
hol’ up, young n#gga sh#t
this that young n#gga sh#t (sh#t)
been thuggin’ since a jit
every glock got a d#ck (a d#ck)
a laser on my chopper, tell me how could i miss
bag a smith & wesson, we got glock 26 (okay)
young n#gga sh#t, this that young n#gga sh#t (that sh#t)
they’ll tape his momma up and throw his ass in a ditch (lil b#tch)
i heard you bout that action but lowkey you a b#tch
i seen the paperwork, lil boy, i know you a snitch
oh, god d#mn, uh [?], you say you broke as f#ck and that you down on your d#ck (get off your ass)
well, get off off your ass and go and hit you a l!ck
go and get them credit cards and [?]
wait, go and get them credit cards and bring ’em to me
you wanna make 1200 dollars, come and f#ck with me
i got a whole lotta real n#ggas who love me
i got a whole lotta k!llers who f#ck with me
and they still f#ck with me even though we
from two different f#ckin’ parts of the atmosphere
i got diamonds and they shinin’ like [?] (like [?])
catch you n#gga haters, how we do your [?] (do your [?])
and you know a n#gga got a couple bands in here (got ’em bands)
i’m in the booth right now, i got a couple bands in here
she wanna f#ck, she wanna sell, but i ain’t no baby
h#ll nah, don’t you see me with my old lady
h#ll nah, we got [?] like old navy
boy, that ain’t not d#mn versace, that’s old navy
i don’t care, if it’s fire, i wear it, f#ck who made it (f#ck you x2)
why the f#ck, ooh ohh, capri sun (capri sun)
ridin’ with that glock, he [?]
ooh, god d#mn, oh, they trapped us
the feds on the phone, i think they trapped us (the trapped us)
free john [?], i think they trapped him
if he got a problem, don’t you ask him (don’t you ask)
shawty on my d#ck, she gettin’ nasty (she nasty)
baby, send that address, oh [?]
boy gon’ send that address on weekend
w, i swear we don’t take no losses (no losses)
i got vvs on me and they so frosty (so frosty)
and your b#tch suck the d#ck with the lip gloss (lip gloss)
and it’s poppin’ like lil mama, take that b#tch to the bahamas
okay, b#tch, you bout that drama
we got pistols for days
he say pressure, okay
hol’ up, ooh, chips lays
ooh, chips lays
when he die i smile
when he died i smiled (happy)
when he died i smiled (okay)
when he died i smiled (smiled)
hope that boy beat trial (smile)
he gon’ [?] the [?]
they tryna take his child (his child)
tryna take your child, ayy
take that sh#t to trial, ayy
put that child support, uh, on that b#tch
cause if you don’t she gon’ do it to you (do it to you)
she gon’ do it to you (you)
i’m blood gangster, woop (suwoop)
man keep it going, do it
[?] f#ck you do

[outro]
1090 sh#t, oo oo
young n#gga world

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