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ysb og - yngx hoodrich lyrics

[intro]
(triple seven mixtape)
(goth+)
(oh my god)
(goth+)
(goth+)

[verse 1: yngx17]
n+gga, i run this sh+t like russel
got the rock, i ain’t gon’ fumble
i can’t see it if it’s [?]
’cause a n+gga vision’s [?]
[?]
b+tch, i cuddle with these bundles
and i travel with that chop, you know we popping like a bubble
oh you got that telescope, and he higher than a hoe
i’m a demon in the jungle, i’ll serve your f+cking uncle
i got grams for the under, i pop xans, yeah, i love those
i’m smoking on that gumbo [?] dumbo (goth+)
i’m a swag [?]
i’m a side n+gga, stay in friendzone
[?] in the endzone
game over, fall off [?]
[?]
[?]
[?] gеt sliced like kimbo
[?] limbo
[verse 2: kane grocerys]
dumb ass thot, just a bimbo
only care about my gang and my kinfolk
you a lamе ass n+gga, what you here for?
you ain’t getting no money, what you here for?
you b+tch suck my d+ck, i ain’t hit though
but you kiss her on the lips ’cause you love that hoe
[?] stacking money, smoking big dope
sipping drank, got a eight of the dirty mud
you fufu, i ain’t never heard of ya
stick you n+ggas, send the seven team to murder ya
they got k!llers, hustlers, and burglars
come in your crib and shoot your whole flex up
staying on aim, these n+ggas be telling stuff
blow out your brains so won’t be no evidence
[?] dripped like a elephant
don’t do balmain, that sh+t is irrelevant
black shades, my n+ggas is taking sh+t
[?] up on you, b+tch
your b+tch on my d+ck, her man is so sick
counting gucci’s, tryna get a [?]
f+ck her twice and then i forget about it
off the shrooms, and i’m tryna get f+cking higher
my n+ggas fugazi, you soft as m+ffins
get smashed like a pump, man, this .40 is busting
i’m trapping and booming and serving these junkies
my n+ggas is monkeys, they got them bananas
[?] got white like a honkey
n+gga, trip if you want it, i be up in the morning
n+gga, trip if you want it, i be up in the morning
[interlude: kane grocerys]
brr+brr
pick up the phone, n+gga, i’m tryna get some work, man
h+llo?

[verse 3: kane grocerys]
momma said i wouldn’t be sh+t
now look at me, i’m hood rich
cooling with some n+ggas that’s k!lling sh+t and shooting sh+t
cooling with some n+ggas that’s dealing sh+t
run up on me, 17 gon’ let it spit
murk a n+gga dead, no reason
hitting l!cks every day, juggs easy
17, young og, we be going crazy
sipping on that mud, man, it have me feeling lazy
s gang put to sleep, rock a bye baby

[outro]
(triple seven mixtape)

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