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yung saran - we right here lyrics

[intro]
i’m on it (x2)
when we in the club
b-tches hit the pole
mommy get to twerking
money on the floor
‘cuz my n-ggas right here
we right here (x3)

[verse 1]
yung won’t stop ’till i make it rich
call me for a feature if you want a hit
mommy gonna call ‘cuz she want the d-ck
and i be going hard like i’m made of bricks

but i’m made of winning
n-gga never made a brick
when i hit the club
i got women wanna take a pic
n-ggas keep your day job
yung saran k!lling sh-t
rap game mine and these n-ggas that i’m dealing with
young braided n-gga
and these hoes, they be feeling it
intelligent n-gga, but that liquor bring out the ingonrance
hoes be trying to flirt, liquor got them belligerent
telling mommy to twerk, that -ss it get to jiggling
riley about his work
i’m all about them benjamins
going in for the cake
cutting right through the middlemen
beats i gotta bake
tracks i leave them sizzlin
getting fresh in my socks
strapping out like some gentlemen

[hook]
when we in the club
b-tches hit the pole
mommy get to twerking
money on the floor
‘cuz my n-ggas right here
we right here (x3)

when we in the club
liquor gonna flow
mommy can you work it
baby let me know
‘cuz my n-ggas right here
we right here (x3)

[verse 2]
b-tches hatin already
your n-gga ain’t even signed
steady losing my patience
i blame it all on my grind
focus on where i’m going
y’all haters can 9 to 5
you suckers can stay away
y’all f-ckers wasting my time
we popping off at the mall
chilling chasing them digits
every n-gga that hate
i’ma take it out on your b-tches
beat that p-ssy so vicious
i leave it out of commission
schooling these f-cking suckers
y’all all should pay me tuition
young reezy [?] or riley freeman
they shaking it when they see me
love hitting that p-ssy
its sweeter than diabetes
love making this money and break it up with my n-ggas
the more we step out this b-tch
all these b-tches is coming with us

[hook]

[verse 3]
money over the b-tches
i’m mlb [?] to the grave
got nothing over the ends
except a couple of friends
we steady looking for paper
it must be calling my name
n-gga i ain’t obama
i’m tired of messing with change
money for rainy days
portfolio full of stocks
have a couple of chickens to sit around looking pretty
these n-ggas doubting my ways
how many hits do i got
aside from chasing these riches
i do it all for my city
tryna put in position
and get my n-ggas these riches
steady plotting my moves
these haters is opposition
but really who compet-tion
i’m always gonna be on top
like missionary with b-tches
and give a f-ck what you thought
how the h-ll could i flop
when these bangers i make is hitting
its only a small percentage
of everything that i got
story telling is big
a reckless n-gga like pac [?]
rondo [?] in this recording
i triple double my knots

[hook]

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