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ysb og - fti lyrics

[intro]
(f+ck the industry, n+gga)
(ayy, yuney, fire that sh+t up)
aight

[verse]
don’t play it if you greasy, b+tch
foenem just came home, we finna turn up, get it lit
throw your ass a party, then turn around and send a blitz
geeking ’round the lobby, lil’ momma bust it, doing splits
six+hunnid, that’s for one zip
rolling back to back on some dumb sh+t
stuff five grams in a wood like, f+ck it
sliding all in traffic, b+tch, we thugging in public
real dope dealer, b+tch, we sell controlled substance
i re+rock the brick, and my eyes wasn’t even open
cuz hit my line, said, “is that backdoor open?”
smoking on some jungle boys, boy, this sh+t smoking
a hunnid p’s in, get ’em gone, got ’em floating
i’m in l.a. getting high as a blimp
takе a trip to the raq, pop out with the stick
foenеm going crazy, they got .30’s and them bl!cks
them folksnem got fifties and hunnid round clips
send a n+gga fly high, long live the fly guy
talk down on the gang, he must not be a wise guy
you ever seen a n+gga brains make a momma cry+cry?
flexing on my exes in that foriegn, tell ’em, “bye+bye”
soulja hating ass n+ggas, i can see you over there
when a real n+gga get in the room, all they do is stare
b+tch, that not no bussdown, boy, that sh+t got a glare
know folksnem still taking sh+t, man, they really don’t care
[outro]
(f+ck the industry, n+gga)
(ayy, yuney, fire that sh+t up)

- ysb og lyrics

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