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for y'all - moneybagg yo lyrics

[intro]
yeah, man
it’s stupid doo’, man
from the street to the city, man
we really here, man
fire, man, this sh*t a motherf*ckin’ case
trap house do what i wanna do, bro
and that’s how it could go
f*ck you talkin’ about, yeah?
hahaha
my n*gga ain’t done sh*t, man
get all guys ’round here, man
and empty both of ’em
(yeah, hol’ up)
[chorus]
i got n*ggas down the road, collect they call (call)
bought my diamonds on my b*tch, ain’t got no flaws (real sh*t)
whole belt without a steel, n*gga, i ball (ball)
seen that fire up on my ad’, these versace drawers (slime)
b*tch seen me with all them trainers on, she like “god*dawl” (dawl)
when i pull up and i hop out, they like “h*ll nah” (nah)
ooh, i’m drippin’, ooh, i’m drippin’, yeah, spaghetti sauce (sauce)
shoutout to my whole block, i did this sh*t for y’all (hey)

[verse 1]
i was havin’ money problems, now that sh*t resolved (straight now)
i’ve been rockin’ sold out shows lately, walk the walk (you think my shows louder now?)
you weren’t f*ckin’ with me in first, that was a red call (that’s what i remember)
sixteen zips in the paint, drinkin’ pallasol (haha, lean that, lean that)
i’m on the move, you hall (hey)
got n*ggas ridin’ for the calls (calls)
ain’t fallin’ out about no broads (never)
i really do this sh*t for y’all (who?)
the dope boys gettin’ bands (yeah)
the n*ggas all in the can (who else?)
the ladies in the kid fans (for real, i love ’em)
ayy, ayy, it say versace on my drawers, dawg (stylin’, dawg, ooh)
that b*tch you love in my call log (look, look, look)
yeah, up that glock and make you pause, dawg (hol’ up, hol’ up, i ain’t do nothin’, hahaha)
i’m the sh*t, i need a stall, dawg (hey, hey)
[chorus]
i got n*ggas down the road, collect they call (call)
bought my diamonds on my b*tch, ain’t got no flaws (real sh*t)
whole belt without a steel, n*gga, i ball (ball)
seen that fire up on my ad’, these versace drawers (slime)
b*tch seen me with all them trainers on, she like “god*dawl” (dawl)
when i pull up and i hop out, they like “h*ll nah” (nah)
ooh, i’m drippin’, ooh, i’m drippin’, yeah, spaghetti sauce (sauce)
shoutout to my whole block, i did this sh*t for y’all (hey)

[verse 2]
mane, i really got them hit up from behind a wall (i do)
they hit me up, i run that sh*t (i love ’em), it weren’t nothin’ at all (get it)
i’m a boss, before i walked, you know i had to crawl (didn’t stop me)
i’m in her mouth, i’m in her throat, she suck me like some halls (uh, uh, uh, nasty heels)
she slob all over my b*lls (wow)
my drawers soakin’ wet, dawg (dawg)
i’m on a fifteen minute fed call (h*llo, h*llo, h*llo*lo, h*llo?)
(what it do, yo? i’m tryna make stove), yeah
it’s a green light, n*gga, go (go get it)
i got my money right and that’s for sure (hey)
four*seater, that’s the feds (yeah)
west hot, that’s attention (what up?)
pit ’em for ’em in the mainframe (what?)
and them young n*ggas, they be bangin’ (wylin’)
don’t give a f*ck ’bout what you claimin’ (up)
ogs can’t tame him (no)
they’ll murk a n*gga for a name (dead one)
and they did it all for the fame
ayy, free my lil’ n*ggas (hol’ up, hol’ up)
[chorus]
i got n*ggas down the road, collect they call (call)
bought my diamonds on my b*tch, ain’t got no flaws (real sh*t)
whole belt without a steel, n*gga, i ball (ball)
seen that fire up on my ad’, these versace drawers (slime)
b*tch seen me with all them trainers on, she like “god*dawl” (dawl)
when i pull up and i hop out, they like “h*ll nah” (nah)
ooh, i’m drippin’, ooh, i’m drippin’, yeah, spaghetti sauce (sauce)
shoutout to my whole block, i did this sh*t for y’all (y’all)

[outro]
yeah, man
had to tell a motherf*cker you goin’ hard
mic like eazy, that’s why you keep goin’
don’t stop, i told you to get that n*gga
stop reppin’, it’s over with him, man

- moneybagg yo lyrics

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