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old english (remix) - cereal records lyrics

[intro: ygf savage]
cereal records
this that new flavor

[hook: ygf savage]
800 capsules of xans
got these n-gg-s acting up, but they all in my hands
go ahead, get your girl, cause she mess with the plans
they called ogda out, but they ain’t got no hands
catch me riding with the squad, they my youngins (they my youngins)
catch me throwing up cr, they my youngins (they my youngins)
yea we repping 30 round gang, they my youngins (they my youngins)
yea the story stays the same, pop you in your f-cking brain
let’s get it

[verse 1: ygf savage]
started from the bottom, now i’m straight from the top
got these bullies acting up, hit ’em with these bops
got a few n-gg-s in my life, but they some ops
got my day ones by my side, he go pop pop
all n-gg-s acting up, they don’t get got
we never on our fake, just call y’all some snakes
you wanna ride with us, do you got what it takes?
we were 30 round gang, but some other dudes the same
let’s get it
h-ll nah, ain’t no sorry, back for revenge
now i’m really gonna hit it, baby i’m off the 10s
got a few bars for you, let me just break them in
pussy n-gg-s acting strange, but shit never change
old english

[hook: ygf savage]
800 capsules of xans
got these n-gg-s acting up, but they all in my hands
go ahead, get your girl, cause she mess with the plans
they called ogda out, but they ain’t got no hands
catch me riding with the squad, they my youngins (they my youngins)
catch me throwing up cr, they my youngins (they my youngins)
yea we repping 30 round gang, they my youngins (they my youngins)
yea the story says the same, pop you in your f-cking brain
let’s get it

[verse 2: og daddy alex]
ah b-tch, i’m runnin’
i got money, i’m stuntin’
the hoes act like they don’t wanna f-ck me, why they frontin’?
i’m thirty, curry punch it
b-tch i ain’t got nothin’
boy i’m tryna cut it up and get a durant
these hoes, man they love me
but i ain’t lovey dovey
i f-ck your hoe so hard it’s like i’m tryna play some rugby
you say you suck for real?
you od on those pills?
od on this d-ck girl, hit you in your feels
og daddy alex, and b-tch i’m the kid
take your hoe for ransom, but i’m tryna get rich
running through the rain, hit a puddle and then i slip
and i know some thotties around here who down with the flip
let’s get it

[verse 3: hunaveli]
all this old english, yea it’s not diminished
playing all these hoes like a pregame scrimmage
catch me boolin’ downtown with my youngins
cause we spitting cash and only getting hundreds
all these n-gg-s selling to these fiends
making money, not even clean
just on the mollies dropping out of college
always put my youngins, sitting up these addies
put your girl up before she call me f-cking daddy

[hook: ygf savage] x2
800 capsules of xans
got these n-gg-s acting up, but they all in my hands
go ahead, get your girl, cause she mess with the plans
they called ogda out, but they ain’t got no hands
catch me riding with the squad, they my youngins (they my youngins)
catch me throwing up cr, they my youngins (they my youngins)
yea we repping 30 round gang, they my youngins (they my youngins)
yea the story says the same, pop you in your f-cking brain
let’s get it

- cereal records lyrics

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