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ysb og - westbrook lyrics

[hook]
came up as a youngin’, b-tch i had to love the struggle
b-tch i get it out the muscle, b-tch i love the hustle
all my n-gg-s from the mud, b-tch we out the gutter
ain’t no n-gg- up above gon stop the [?]
just scored a triple double like westbrook on the thunder
you get the pack and you make it fumble
i’m in the back countin’ money [?]
somersault backflip runnin’ up the numbers

[verse]
220 on the dash for the f-ckin’ summer
i just did the whole thing, ran up the numbers
i ain’t playin’ with these n-gg-s, i ain’t playin’ with these bustas
tell your mother that i lover her, b-tch i’m a motherf-cker
her son was a b-tch, he got hit with the stick
ran off with his sh-t, he a lick, he a snitch
30 round hollow tips and we aimin’ at your tip
and she suck my whole d-ck, she a motherf-ckin’ tick
got a lot of designer sh-t, got a lot of foreign sh-t
f-ck a lot of foreign b-tches, i be on tour and sh-t
i’m a wavy -ss n-gg-, man your n-gg- boring b-tch
remember when i was in the house and i was doing ch-r-s and sh-t
now a n-gg- up b-tch, and i’m up next b-tch
but f-ck up next b-tch, cause i got now b-tch
and these n-gg-‘s time over with, you should know what time it is
we gon pull up on the scene and have n-gg-s dying b-tch
[?] sh-t, we gon buy a lot of sh-t
we be gettin’ to the money, man you n-gg-s h-lla broke
and you n-gg-s is from hoes, and you should know ray ray got the scope
he’ll let it blow and he’ll shoot that sh-t at your throat
make that sh-t explode, it’s gon go, we gon hit the road
cookie to the dough, pour up four, i ain’t never home

- ysb og lyrics

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