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yrm bear - astro lyrics

astro lyrics
i gotta get it for me me
smoking on gas yea that tree tree
champion team won a 3 peat
you gotta see them like 3d
wheezing and coughing you creepy
me and my brothers just stay g

you couldn’t ever relate to me

spittin the game i’m getting them hoes
you couldn’t ball you couldn’t roll
you couldn’t hang you couldn’t go and
get all this money i’m chosen for dough
made it from nothing i hadda get going
ain’t no excuses i put all the plugs in
my volume is loud my weed always bumping
i’m spitting these ashes i’m burning my tongue and
my flow is just limitless i keep em all jumping
no one is perfect we grew up for something
keep me the nine it’s only seen bl++dy
right now is the time we shoot at your cousins
you ride the game i smash in my name
i’m exposing the fakes i’m switching them lanes
plane in the sky i couldn’t complain
made it up high i’m watching for snakes
757 engraved in the veins
smoking on cookie runtz is the wave
trust me lil bro we ain’t the same
lit at the function they screaming my name
real ones stay real can you relate
f+ck all this fake sh+t we couldn’t be tamed
i’m popping them bottles you b+tches are crazy
i snap off the rip just like i’m da baby
i’m doing insane you b+tches can’t play me
i gotta get it for me me
smoking on gas yea that tree tree
champion team won a 3 peat
you gotta see them like 3d
wheezing and coughing you creepy
me and my brothers just stay g

you couldn’t ever relate to me

flexing and chilling i’m doing my best
i ran up the bag it got me obsessed
she liking my flow i told her say less
i put in my arm ill come for your neck
check out my stats it got them all pressed
i’ll tour in my slides to show that im next
his pockets look empty that’s called finesse
my b+tches got plenty yours look possessed
need me a bentley or maybe some gin
my real love is weed and my dead presidents
destined to win you ain’t blocking this sh+t
real ones stay real came in correct
most of you lames just faking you missed
need me a blunt i need me a b+tch
i’m from va don’t think i could quit
i snap off the rip i’m k!lling this sh+t
my pockets so heavy i walk wit a limp
the pain in my stomach still making me sick
i keep me the stick in case that you slip
don’t judge a man by the color of his skin
ran it like madden best friends with aladdin
on top of my grind like i’m climbing a ladder
or top the charts don’t think that it matter
leaving my mark lost in the dark
making a way regardless of scars
my coupe finna vanish i push it to start
whiter than starbucks my flow causing sparks
my best friends are demons i’m higher than mars

i gotta get it for me me
smoking on gas yea that tree tree
champion team won a 3 peat
you gotta see them like 3d
wheezing and coughing you creepy
me and my brothers just stay g

you couldn’t ever relate to me

- yrm bear lyrics

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