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ysr dee rich – mace lyrics

[intro: pablo skywalkin]
(the black market)
(hbk cheese)
dee rich took a n+gga soul
dee rich took a n+gga soul

[verse 1: pablo skywalkin]
dee rich took a n+gga pole
b+tch, shake your ass, make it roll
these bands i got, they can’t fold
n+gga, take these bullets, n+gga, hold ’em
all the b+tches say they love me
these b+tches, they just want my money
b+tch, give me money if you love me
a thousand dollars ‘fore you touch me
oh my god, i’m in sp+ce
b+tch, get up out my face
the car, i might go and race
car, i might go and race
skrrt, skrrt, i’m on a chase
shot him in his face like mace
[interlude: ysr dee rich]
i’m finna walk this n+gga down
yop, hold on
i’m finna walk him down, yeah
finna walk him down
aight

[verse 2: ysr dee rich]
two+hundred+dollar fitted on my head, i really swiped for it
every day, it’s new beef, but, sh+t, i’m all for it
paid four hundred for my yeezys and i barely sport ’em
i got some ugly+ass shoes that shine like the morning
drinkin’ out the bottle, f+ck a cup, this a different high
she said she need me just to live, this b+tch blew my high
i be shootin’ kinda crazy, probably hit your eye
i be droppin’ sh+t sober, boy, you be high
i’ma get a drop and stake out, eatin’ take+out
free quay, i wish brodie ass could break out
gramz left a fiend at the crib, i brung the k out
d+mn, it’s with a k, dumbass

[verse 3: ysr loski]
it’s for sure— okay (yeah)
it’s for sure i got that mag, i’ll bring the drac’ out
it’s for sure i’ll make two bad b+tches make out
i used to have my cpls, i got a case now
i used to be broke as h+ll, i got cake now
a n+gga say he’ll slap me in my— ahh
a n+gga say he’ll slap me in my face, he got no face now
a n+gga pulled up shootin’ at us with his face down
like, n+gga, you was just one of us, you with the jakes now?
you don’t see two guns in your face? this a shakedown
i just hit your state, got off with them fake pounds
shot all them shots, ain’t hit sh+t, you had blank rounds (hbk cheese)
[outro: ysr loski]
man, you n+ggas don’t—
oh, alright, let me start it back, hold on
let me say it over
hold on, let me say it over

- ysr dee rich lyrics

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