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blow a bag - ybs skola lyrics

[intro: meek mill]
gang, gang, gang
gang, gang
that be maaly raw

[chorus: meek mill]
countin’ up that bag, feel like i’m made for this sh*t (sh*t)
remember i was broke, i really prayed for that sh*t (sh*t)
now i got that ghost, i had to save for that sh*t (woo, woo, woo, woo)
just a young drip n*gga gettin’ paid for that sh*t
gang, gang, gang (gang, gang)
gettin’ paid for this sh*t
i know one thing ‘bout them suckers, they gon’ hate when you rich
i know one thing ‘bout my n*ggas, they gon’ stay with them bricks
in a mansion out in cali gettin’ laid like some chips

[verse 1: meek mill]
gang, gang, gang, started from the pavement and sh*t (sh*t)
let me out that alturas, i cut my wave in this b*tch (jheeze)
spend some cash, bentley truck, i had to weight for that sh*t
when it drop, i get in fights, i’m on the mayweather list (ooh)
me and lil’ chino up in valentino (what we doin’?)
blowin’ cash, bussin’ up under her like al pachino (boss)
roll the dice, i buss a seven, i ain’t playin’ debo (woo)
half a milli diamond chains, ain’t no cuban kilos
ain’t no love for no opps (opps)
sub nose and chops (brrr)
yeah, n*gga, what’s poppin’?(brrr)
hate to tell you i ain’t really the trenches and all the diamonds (what?)
that’s why they robbin’ (why?)
f*ck around and get bodied (brrr)
n*ggas know this big bank, i loan you money no problem (no problem)
beat a body in the court room, then swing dance like bobby (swing)
money dance like renzel (renzel)
make a movie like denzel (denzel)
n*gga say i took ten ls
but i bounce back with like ten mil’, like

[verse 2: ybs skola]
me and meek milly in philly, just landed in the dr
call my young boy up, man, like someone bring a cr
just some young n*ggas from the hood, ballin’ with a check (ballin’, ballin’)
i got that iced out assed rollie, he got that iced out assed patek (bling, bling)
in two days, b*tch, we went from on a yacht to on a jet (woo)
only thing i would f*ckin’ miss is truz and nex (my nex)
i was made to hit n*ggas chicks ‘cause i do it better
i was made to rock louis v, now i know the sweater (woo)
in and out my city, man, i swear i got keep that beretta
that’s on camera, rockin’ diamonds when you really gettin’ cheddar
i’m experienced with this sh*t (yeah), i ain’t new to this (yeah), i’m true to this
you might catch a .30 clip if you think you sn*tchin’ this (brr, more)
b*tch, i’m in the club performin’ with my sh*t on stage (that way)
demons in the crowd, i give ‘em that wink, they gon’ rage (yeah)
woo, i was made for that sh*t
we was never gettin’ fronted, we was payin’ for them bricks, n*gga

- ybs skola lyrics

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