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celebrate - ybs skola lyrics

[intro]
king midas

[chorus]
p-ss me that weed and hand me that drink, it’s time to celebrate
all i’m missin’ is for my dawgs that doin’ time upstate
all them vv’s in the ap, told her, “go’n ‘head, skate”
come from nothin’, i can’t be dumb, i got a lot on my plate
i show you how to ball
whoever thought i’d shine?
i’m walkin’ ’round with racks on me every single day
i put that sh-t on god, i ain’t lyin’

[verse 1]
i was always out the way, we ain’t have nowhere to stay
so we slept in the car, woke up, trap out the bar
sometimes go hit the mall, but it wasn’t designer then
now i be christian loubs (italian)
buyin’ whatever i want, yeah, i ain’t gotta pick and choose
smokin’ the fattest of blunts, yeah, pocket stuffed with blues (b-tches)
sad n-gg-s said that i wouldn’t be nothin’, they see me and lookin’ confused
they hate the fact that i’m gettin’ this money, i’m winnin’, they want me to lose
they sleepin’, so i let ’em snooze
they sleep while i count this green
i wake up chasing my dream, i gotta get cheddar
‘member i barely could rap, i used to sing to myself like, “i gotta get better”
soon as them m’s come in, kid ain’t gon’ need for nothin’, i’ma buy him whatever
player, you really a shinner, put in that grind with me, we gon’ shine forever, yeah

[verse 2]
audemars still shining, whole hundred on diamonds, i ain’t got time to dine in
bad b-tch on my d-ck when she see me hoppin’ out the v12
ridin’ ’round with a stick, laid back, hopin’ i don’t see 12
i been gettin’ booked up, doin’ shows, i’m just tired of hittin’ these cells
when i was 13, i was in the trap with them sandwich bags and them scales
tone dugg was always stressin’ to me, “son, eat somethin’, you so frail”
n-gg- put his hands on me, ma, and i’ma end up over that jail
i got strong mind and a tiny sense and ain’t no way i’m gon’ fail
n-gg-s d-ck ridin’, tryna ride the wave like a white boy on that rail
when they k!lled ceddy and g-baby, they had a phone full of them sales
young n-gg- tryna get the bands, they ain’t want them prevail, ooh

- ybs skola lyrics

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