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ville - ynw melly, ynw bslime & ynw4l lyrics

[intro]
(give me eternal peace)

[chorus: ynw bslime]
huh, ridin’ through the ville, my heart frozen
huh, i stay on my heels, know they strollin’
huh, diamonds on my wrist, i keep a smile
all my brothers silent, no, they never foldin’
listen, i had to stop all the spinnin’
my wodie gon’ slide, slide, slide, you know that he ridin’ with me
i walk around with a hundred*somethin’ shooters, a young n*gga feel like just sinnin’
i walk around with a suit and no tie, a young n*gga standin’ on business

[verse 1: ynw bslime]
yeah, huh, yeah, yeah
i’ve been outside with my dog, i’m tryna get a mill’
young n*gga slime, he one of a kind, you know that he shootin’ to k!ll
always on time with all of my slimes, you know that i’m ridin’ with steel
we made us a mill’ before all of the deals, get by eatin’ general mills
i get her what she want, she lovin’ to flaunt, like what you want, cash app or zelle?
i walk around with a hundred*somethin’ shooters, a young n*gga feel like just sinnin’
free mell’ out that cell, we all doin’ well, you know that we all gon’ prevail
put a hundred racks with a hundred stacks inside my ear
walk around with stacks in his ear locked back in the back of the, yeah
pardon me to my slime, i mean a lie, i’m so serious
i was up in the sky, i was too tweaked up, i was rollin’, yeah
[chorus: ynw bslime]
huh, ridin’ through the ville, my heart frozen
huh, i stay on my heels, know they strollin’
huh, diamonds on my wrist, i keep a smile
all my brothers silent, no, they never foldin’
listen, i had to stop all the spinnin’
my wodie gon’ slide, slide, slide, you know that he ridin’ with me
i walk around with a hundred*somethin’ shooters, a young n*gga feel like just sinnin’
i walk around with a suit and no tie, a young n*gga standin’ on business

[verse 2: ynw bslime]
huh, n*gga, i stay with fye, i stay with fye
if a n*gga want smoke, he know we slidin’, you know he dyin’
ride around town with a hundred*some rounds, i’m with my fye
n*gga say he real, but we know he really care
huh, and i can never care
huh, wodie keep that .40 glock, it’s stuck up in his lap
huh, i told mama, “cool off, we all good, yes, that’s no bap”
huh, i told mama, “cool off, we all good and that’s no cap,” oh, woah

- ynw melly ynw bslime ynw4l lyrics

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