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yung xd - out of luck lyrics

[chorus]
gotta chase a cheque
gotta chase these racks
told my broski link up hit some l!cks and count some bordens
chase a cheque
gotta chase these racks
countin’ so much bread i might just pull up in a foreign

[verse 1]
countin’ so much bands what the f+ck is love (f+ck is love)
shawty way too freaky only head so pull your pants up
bro got knocked yea we out of luck (yea we out of luck)
then we spin back triple lap
we lookin for blood
stuff my blunt up with some new runts
bored of that pack we spin back we just wanna hunt
copped a new glock copped a new drum
my glizzy bark at night you n+ggas hope you live and better run
[chorus]
gotta chase a cheque
gotta chase these racks
told my broski link up hit some l!cks and count some bordens
chase a cheque
gotta chase these racks
countin’ so much bread i might just pull up in a foreign

[verse 2]
these n+ggas they just plottin’
they dont wanna see me come up
why the f+ck do they rely on us
told that b+tch, just want top i ain’t tryna f+ck
cause n+gga i ain’t tryna f+ck
i be on my block toting big fifths
got some new whips
copped some new sticks
i be up on my block toting big fifths
got some new whips
copped some new sticks

[chorus]
yea, i be on my block running laps like i’m in nascar
told my youngins keep it trill
you shouldn’t even act hard
they gave my broski seven cases
ain’t gon see him in so long
yea we ain’t going see him in so long (x3)
[outro]
yea (x4)
uh+huh

- yung xd lyrics

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