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heymylan beat - heymylan lyrics

[verse 1]
ghost ridin’ in the tesla, let the seats recline
you ain’t got no money in yo’ account, that’s why yo’ card decline
lookin’ for a woman that’s gon’ hold you down, it’s hard to find
yo’ choppa ain’t got no sights on that b*tch, yo’ target hard to find
you ain’t got no blue strips yet, you better get to savin’
get yo’ girlfriend coochie wet, inside her pants it’s rainin’
beatin’ down yo’ block with this d*ck, but no m*st*rbation
open up yo’ legs and let me spit before the penetration (uh)

[bridge]
d*mn, d*mn
whole lot of money like them
okay, let’s get started

[verse 2]
ten b*tches hit my cellphonе, i feel like john holmes
i traumatize a opp with this .30, now hе comatose
if you ain’t talkin’ ’bout the money, i feel like casper, i gotta go ghost (ghost)
then i pull up on yo’ main b*tch, i stuff that b*tch like some oreos (oreos)
i’ma never stop makin’ weird tracks until my d*mn wrist froze
i put these lights on the glock, it shinin’ like a d*mn disco
(it’s a disco in it)
everybody cracked yo’ b*tch, i’m sorry, they hit those
i’m stuffin’ h*lla d*mn b*tches like some d*mn pizza rolls (pizza rolls)
i’m outside servin’ fent’ with [?] elbows ([?]; elbows)
you have enough money to buy the track ones, but yo’ feet smell like doritos
i have my glock sign you out, this what you get for startin’ all the d*mn issues
you n*ggas cappin’ like y’all shootin’ yourself like [?] tissue

- heymylan lyrics

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