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yungen – with that (remix) lyrics

[verse 1: yungen]
got my hat low in the rave
fam i don’t wanna take pictures
everyone’s tryna be the baddest
f-ck that i’m tryna be the richest
i don’t ever fight man for b-tches
unless it’s one of my sisters
said “i’m gonna f-ck”, in this ch-nky girls ear
how’s that for chinese whispers?
i’m in that white whip
man know i go wayan with the white chicks
i do the night shift tryna get ice wrist
for that nike tick these yg’s will cause crisis, high risk
try me, it won’t end well
get on my training day like denzel
send them young boys round in a rental
it can get mental
you think you can touch one of my team
well you can’t fool
cause i got them burners i wilshere
them man can’t war with my -rs-nal
them ramsey’s will keep man in check
these man don’t show face on the net
been chasing my dream i ain’t slept
tryna’ get my whole team on the jet
i hear man talking my name
like they don’t know what i’ve been about about
on my instagram i might pout
but i’ll still thump you in your mouth
yeah bro i’ll still black your eye
they don’t come my part of the south
young boy in nike trackie with his leathers on
that ain’t no iphone 6 in his pouch

[hook: young thug]
hunnid’ bands, hunnid’ bands
dropped on the head of any nigga that want it man
pop me a xanny i’m fast
i’m so fast, i’m so faster than sonic man
true the man, true the man, true to my nigga
true religion, buddha man
my money stack tall like ludacris afro
and i swear i’ma shoot with that
i just hit for 9 birds, what i’ma do with that?
pull up on the curb, then you hop out and be through with that
i’m so fresh like dish detergent
if you not fresh she so through with that
if you are a nerd, everything here you not cool with that

[verse 2: sneakbo]
boy i’m living, i’m living, i’m living, i’m winning, i’m hurting your feelings
i make it look easy, i’m stacking my money, i need me a milli
i don’t give a f-ck about nothing, i don’t give a f-ck about niggas
if you’re plotting on me better handle your business and keep it off twitter
zoom zoom i’m in a black whip
i’ve been down town chilling with a bad b-tch
fam i came from the bottom, never had shit
had to grind, had to rob, had to bang shit
now i got a fast car and i got a nice house and i got a segway like mad ting
i’m in paris for the day with a black chick
i gave racks to my mum like have this
f-ck boys, hella f-ck boys hate me
they can diss but i know that they rate me
i get paid by bo, bo pays me
fam i’m on my own d-ck, f-ck a lady
bare man chat chat chat
i don’t wanna hear no gas
diss me you can get (bap)
try me (bap, bap, bap)
somebody has to get clapped
smoked, smoked
and i do it all on my own
lost a couple friends lord knows
lost p lost q lost joe
i lost gorz, thank god i’m on the roads
i’m still here fam i just can’t go
in the booth like i really gotta blow
so i can get a hunna bands for a show

- yungen lyrics

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