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yxmz - dir lyrics

[chorus: brandon blvd]
yeah yeah yeah
i’m just fly like a kite
diamonds knocking your sight
got a b-tch on the right
i’ma do what i like (yeah)
superbowl rings on the right
you n-ggas don’t wanna fight
i’ma beat you on sight
you throw hands like a dyk-

it’s been long, i got a bag right on my right (bow bow)
all my n-ggas got bands
we be stacking these rands (stack it up)
big shout out to my fans
i grew up on the mic
hit the stu with a bike (skir skirrr)
had to get this sh-t right

[verse 1: yxmz]
s’phil impilo namagenge
livin’ the life with my gang
we got a couple of g’s
sidl’u-polony nocheese
uber-uber pull up fahrenheit
thirsty b-tches gottem for one night
look at the future it’s shining bright
my girls get freaky maseng’chith iplak
step in the spot with like 5 models
spend like 2k on my wrist
ride in a polo the rhims shining, painted all black like a racer
n-ggas be talking bout 30 thousand
flashing lights, camera, action now
roll a blunt, roll another one
sometimes i feel like a rapper
sometimes i feel like a trapper
flows are long v–gr-
i just pop a couple xannies
call up my n-gga manando
tell that n-gga start a moshpit
putting silver in my mouth b-tch
in the jungle and it’s lawless, and my outfit looking flawless
pushing through days tryna get paid
none of you n-ggas can stop me
n-gga i know you trying, i just act like i don’t see
keeping my eye on the prize
a prize you n-ggas will never reach
stacking the cash, taking your girl
young n-gga living stress free

[verse 2: yxmz]
evil gon’ conquer me, life is a prophecy
i’m living proof and it’s not a discussion
lotta these n-ggas be offering b-tches their love
like n-ggas, stay with the season
stay on the rhyming, i know that i’m wilding
my n-gga don’t jump or you know that i’m beasting
oozing the confidence, poppin em actavis
belt on my waist and i sound like i’m preaching
i’m the jungle in the beast
i’m the beast in the jungle
yeah i f-x with nasty c
but i pour water on the cizzle
you cannot f-ck with my klique
me and my n-ggas we lit/
went to a show with a bottle of vodka, pour it up for the b-tches
you don’t want me to go ricochet, take me back to my old ways
reminiscing bout the old days
now a n-gga turned into a slave
did it all for the trap game
selling drugs at school
just to go back to the stu
n-gga don’t talk bout money
me and my n-ggas go hungry
n-gga you don’t wanna touch me
when i’m busy making money
slaughter your daughter and have her for breakfast
smile in your face like it’s nothing
n-gga i’m trappin’, i’m smuggling
moving em bricks to the mountains
moving em bricks ’til ’em mornings

[outro: brandon blvd]
yeah yeah yeah
i’m just fly like a kite
diamonds knocking your sight
got a b-tch on the right

- yxmz lyrics

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