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hallucinate - ty bri lyrics

[intro: yfl pooh]
ayy, ty bri
this right here, this a banger right here

[chorus: ty bri]
f*ck with me, you might end up stuck with me
i know some n*ggas that’s stuck in the past, they can’t get in touch with me
i know some b*tches be runnin’ they mouth, sayin’ what they done for me
i’ma just be in a mansion, gettin’ a mani’, sippin’ on bubbly

[verse 1: ty bri]
i don’t see competition in my peripheral, nothin’ in front of me
smellin’ good, drippin’ fragrance, he wanna see how it’s tastin’
he tryna get on my line, i told him to get on the waitlist
told him to get me a fl!ck, look at the b*tch, look at the drip
trap valentino flip*flop
he givin’ me tip*top ’til his sh*t lock
this that sh*t that got me goin’ crazy, sayin’ itchy*itchy*ya
this a different type of flow
and we hoppin’ on this flight, you smokin’ mid, you on coach
i’m a different type of breed, but you a different type of ho
like f*ck it
i be with some n*ggas that’ll take you down for nothin’
b*tches know my sh*t thump, man, know my sh*t buzzin’

[verse 2: yfl pooh]
i be f*ckin’ b*tches, they’ll snake you, it ain’t nothin’
hold you for a ransom, cut that check, it’s no discussion
my shooters gon’ k!ll you and lay low
she gon’ f*ck the first night if i say so
i got your n*ggas on payroll
when that shipment come in, the whole gang know
open your mouth, eat the whole d*ck
i get my neck, then i diss or p*ss
i ain’t been cuffin’ on no b*tch
cuttin’ her off and she knows this
she put them racks in the hideout
i put the grams in the stashhouse
whenever we comin’, we mobbed out
we get that check and we slide out
[chorus: ty bri]
f*ck with me, you might end up stuck with me
i know some n*ggas that’s stuck in the past, they can’t get in touch with me
i know some b*tches be runnin’ they mouth, sayin’ what they done for me
i’ma just be in a mansion, gettin’ a mani’, sippin’ on bubbly

[outro: ty bri]
i’m highly
no, for real, though, like who really f*ckin’ with me, though?
for real, which, which
which one of these b*tches in the city?

- ty bri lyrics

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