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glizzies - ydd maven lyrics

[chorus]
the cops pulled me over said, “where you gonna run?”(you gonna)
pull out that pistol, call it a motherf*cking gun(gun)
all them n*ggas did was f*ckin’ crack a pun(crack a pun)
2 or 3 bullets, the n*gga gon’ be f*ckin’ done(done, done)

[verse]
you be done, n*gga(done)
you be done with my brain(yeah, yeah)
when i run n*gga(graahh)get the f*ck out the way(rahhh)
when i drop, n*gga, do not f*ck in the way(do not)
i be up, n*gga(up)
i be up, n*gga(yeah, yeah)
i be up here tryna lace it
up here tryna sp*ce it(tryna sp*ce)
maybe you’re my n*gga
you ain’t f*ckin’ out my sp*ceship(out my sp*ceship)
baby on my line, uh
n*ggas gonna die(gonna die)
n*ggas, they be rappin’ sh*t
i hoping i ain’t lie(i ain’t lie)
hoping i ain’t lie(nah)
hoping i ain’t lie(nah)
i ain’t love with my b*tch, yeah, i’ma die(i’ma die)
i’ma drug on my lane when i’ma cry(i’ma cry)
i’ma f*ck all these ways when she might lie(she might line)
yeah, she my life(yeah)
yeah, she my wife(she my wife)
i’ma wife that b*tch, yeah
i’ma make that b*tch mine(make that b*tch mine)
i’ma drug that b*tch, i’ma make that b*tch mine(make the b*tch mine)
i’ma f*ck the b*tch, yeah
i make that b*tch mine, yeah(make that b*tch mine)
yeah
make that b*tch mine, yeah(yeah)
make that b*tch mine(make that b*tch mine)
yeah, uh
make that b*tch mine(make that b*tch mine)
uh, uh
make that b*tch mine(make that b*tch mine)
f*ck it
make that b*tch blind, f*ck it
tryna lace it(lace it)
b*tch wanna f*ck my n*gga, f*ck it
i ain’t lacing(i ain’t lacing)
take me from my line
yeah my n*ggas, you gon’ die(you gon’ die)
f*ck it, all my n*ggas
call me “maven”, i’ma write(i’ma write)
i’ma write this sh*t, i hope on n*ggas
i hope on
n*ggas tryna fight me(n*ggas, n*ggas)
i hope my b*tches and my n*ggas
they ain’t write me(they ain’t write me)
all my n*ggas, the f*ck, whenever i slide, whenever they fighting(fighting)
all my n*ggas, f*ckin’ the b*tch, now the b*tch f*ckin’ caughted me(caught me)
[chorus]
the cops pulled me over said, “where you gonna run?”(you gonna)
pull out that pistol, call it a motherf*cking gun(gun)
all them n*ggas did was f*ckin’ crack a pun(crack a pun)
2 or 3 bullets, the n*gga gon’ be f*ckin’ done(done, done)

- ydd maven lyrics

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