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yr - start up lyrics

verse 1:
b-tch that the start up
everybody gather line up
in the car we only speed up
everybody body going “ohhh”
p-ss me the lighter
burn the joint and let it fire
every puff we getting higher
everybody going “ohhhh”
young r is my name
ain’t n0body be the same
driven on the road to fame
everybody go ‘ohhhh’
drinkin all da liquor
hashtag my name on da twitter
i reload i pull the trigger
everybody go “ohhhh”
hound of h-ll
they be on the loose
ruler of the world b-tch
just call me zeus
i know i’m not the theorist
but f-ck it cuz i’m the realist
i be fighting, i be k!lling
smoke this joint? yeah i be willing
startin up ot
smokin all dem og
power like od
h-ll yeah n-gga oc
all my n-ggas here
counting all my f-ckin cash (rich)
all this money here wouldn’t spend it on my last (b-tch)
i f-ckin her
i’m f-ckin with her friends too
diamond on chain n-gga
you know it’s f-ckin brand new
live the life of party
i’m takin shots right off her body
yeah this b-tch is getting naughty
i’m her ken and she’s my barbie
first two puffs and you see a beam if light
don’t know whats happening, but the feeling is right
blind the f-ckin evil, but this joint gave em sight
feeling so free and high like a kite

hook:
stop acting like a f-ckin grownup
all my n-ggas put your drink up
all u b-tches put your t-ts out
finish go refill my whole cup
1 phone i get my back up
in the club we gonna blow up
push the b-tton that says start up

f-ck with me
i’ll f-ck with you
stand in between i’ll f-ck you too
shot of vodka, shot of rum
smoke this joint we get knocked up
take a puff we get high up
me and you we get f-cked up
don’t worry b-tch that’s just the start up
blood is flowing with r and c
teach you b-tch the abc
where’s the weed man
where’s the grinder
young -r n-gga spitting fire
p-ss the joint man p-ss the lighter
smoke this joint and let it fire
take a puff we get higher
zoom in bullet shot of sniper
kush so strong like f-ckin rambo
ridden in a black grey lambo
get the champaign, get the liquor
get some hoes for all my n-ggas
we all hustlers we all drinkers
roll a joint but make it thicker
get a lap dance from a stripper
don’t pay for p-ssy, ain’t gone tip her
she suck me, i f-ck her
she got a nice structure
she closinthe shutters
i put on da rubber
this b-tch standing naked
and i’m medicated
heart beat elevated
she got stimulated

- yr lyrics

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