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snakes in the grass - yng co lyrics

all of the snitches be b*tches, not all the b*tches be snitches
they switch up like bad kids on christmas

imma be the best give me a year let me grow can’t show up less they pay me for the show
i’m boutta buy a grill fill my mouth up wit some gold, watch me make a million dollars off these motherf*ckin poems
finna cop a chain and i’m finna cop a rolls i don’t got no love i don’t got n0body close
gotta get my bread yes i gotta get my toast i ain’t focus on nothin but achieving all my goals
pick up this b*tch imma hit from the back when i’m in it i’m diggin she callin me dad
flip the b*tch got her ass out i’m pullin her tracks out, my d*ck in her liver she love when i smash her
b*tch fell in love with my music she love how i do it she droppin my pants do not chew it
whoever i want b*tch i pick and i chose it she said say my name so i told her i’m clueless
i don’t gotta lie when i don’t know her name cuz i know that they only f*ck me for the fame
i said she ai cuz she can’t get a ring now she blow up my phone she been cussin at me
b*tch just sit back and relax, she begging for new burken bags
i told i’ll buy it that’s cap, she suck on my d*ck then i laugh

she turned her back on me when i said i need her we go back and forth just like we was on seesaw
this water all on me i’m feelin like nemo i’m rap mvp they compare me to d rose
suck on my d*ck cuz that b*tch is a freak hoe i pass to the gang now i wonder where she goes
she stayin wit me cuz the kid got the cheat code she open her mouth cuz she know where the skeet go
see through these b*tches they snake and they take sh*t my dawgs commit crime i ain’t never gon say sh*t
can’t never send nudes know these b*tches gon save it i’m focused on music put me on yo playlist
believe in diversity never been racist i don’t want a b*tch unless she stay complacent
i like me some blacks and i like me some asians i like some latinas i’m never complaining
run through the city wit bags full of money it’s cuz of my sk!ll b*tch i ain’t gettin lucky
this b*tch super thick and these hoes wanna suck me but she broke and ugly she never gon touch me
dodging my problems like never before with the money the b*tches the christian dior
too many women throw p*ssy helps numbin the pain give me feelin of warmth
i think i’m too smart for these idiots feeding me lies they expect me believe em
lately been hurting and demons been lurkin but working too hard i ain’t seen em
dream bigger than coliseum, p*ssies around i don’t need em
forbidden the fruit but i eat em, i picked em so i cannot leave em
l*st and the greed and the envy, whatever the f*ck else be clogging my mind
trust up in me not the enemy, snakes in the grass showin slime
snakes in the grass and they hide, snakes in the grass all the time
snakes in the grass see my eyes, snakes in the grass gotta die

- yng co lyrics

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