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run this town (remix) - ybf k sauce lyrics

if you don’t want no smoke, better not slide
if you know that you a hoe, don’t be outside
rip my brother
and free all the guys

b*tch, i’m that n*gga, you can’t never overrate me
i just want a bag, i’m like “f*ck you, b*tch pay me”
i’m in love with glocks ’cause they ain’t got no safety
f*ck n*gga ever play me, i’ll drive yo’ mama crazy
typa n*gga tryna crash over p*ssy, put a b*tch on him
my n*ggas really bendin’ blocks
sh*t get scary if that stick on ’em
n*gga only sat like 5 minutes for a brick on him
what you call that?
where i’m from we call that sh*t a snitch, homie
never been no street n*gga, but don’t get this sh*t confused
’cause if i ever got that choppa, bet you i know what to do
you could send yo’ greatest soldier, bet i rip yo’ crew
push yo’ sh*t back all the way, like a maserati roof
and i ain’t never lied, i’ll leave you televised, this sh*t the truth
put yo’ ass right on the news, i’ll tell yo’ n*ggas stay tuned
he think he gangsta with a pole, he just a b*tch with tattoos
these n*ggas p*ssy real life, on the ‘gram they fake goons
he talkin’ sh*t but all smiles when we in the same room
she tryna link, but i ain’t cuban, b*tch
i know that same move
like one call will get yo’ ass beat, my homie so cool
it’s $25 for a head, ’cause she be lining n*ggas too
sh*t be wild than a b*tch
suicidal when you broke, it’s either die or take a risk
locked in, time to make ’em cut a check, or cut a wrist
trench baby, my grandma the reason i know ’bout a switch
lost my brother and my mind, sh*t as painful as it get
i told them f*ck n*ggas get up with me, i ain’t gotta diss
tkay already went too hard on that sh*t, you know that’s it
my last sh*t was all pain, i ain’t rappin’ ’bout a b*tch
tell them n*ggas if that shoe fit, just know they made the list
b*tch, i’m a h*town baby
but 4 ain’t raise a b*tch, n*gga
b*tch, i’ll get it out the mud before i take it from a rich n*gga
tell ’em free my n*gga den and d up out that sh*t, n*gga
matter fact, while we on the topic, free vince, n*gga
if you know, you know
keep a clip for after you slide
these n*ggas know they mama love ’em
they don’t never be outside
if you ain’t got bond money, why the f*ck you tryna ride?
a real n*gga know to chill and let that getback come with time
these n*ggas thirsty as h*ll, and i know that sh*t
these n*ggas hoes, they gon’ tell, and i know that sh*t
think you in love, she gon’ leave, you don’t know that b*tch
might put my heart on my sleeve for my bro, that’s it
’cause i don’t trust sh*t, okay
some of my n*ggas havin’ kids, i pray they great
some of them n*ggas already here, i pray they safe
i’ll die for all of mine, if you play, you lay
ybf

- ybf k sauce lyrics

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