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bunks* - ysn flow lyrics

[intro]
he talking hot, we light him up like cigars
sorry, i don’t do the kissing, it don’t get my d*ck hard
f*ck her and escape, i don’t go on no dates
if she said she love you then that money a big part
rich n*gga still on jack boy sh*t
he flex on my face then we pulling his b*tch car
i’m the type to buy some sh*t and never wear it
you the type put it on, i don’t think that sh*t hard

[chorus]
even if was down bad on my last, i still get all of my n*ggas, yeah
run up and you gon’ get put on your ass
i’m safe, i make call to my n*ggas, yeah
i flex to n*ggas who ate when i was starve
i’m just tryna ball with all my n*ggas
they turn to leeches when you get somе fans on your bleachers
that’s why i ain’t calling n*ggas

[verse 1]
hate whеn i do it but i had to show ’em that side
they ain’t think that was really me
on my lap, it ain’t nothing to sit when i ride
since i’m winning they thinking ’bout k!lling me
take the racks off the bando and stuff off the safe
i ain’t thinking about bread from the other street
and my label keep tryna get me some security
it ain’t no fear me, they want be like me, these n*ggas mirror me
hottest youngin out here doing it lyrical
underrated, i don’t think that they hearing me
run the engine up, whip this b*tch [?]
he bigger than me, i’ma shoot, can’t embarrass me
vvs, i need clear up the clarity
youngest preacher, think these rap n*ggas scared of me
as a youngin feel like they ain’t have care for me
now that i did it, shout out, that sh*t carry me
[chorus]
even if was down bad on my last, i still get all of my n*ggas, yeah
run up and you gon’ get put on your ass
i’m safe, i make call to my n*ggas, yeah
i flex to n*ggas who ate when i was starve
i’m just tryna ball with all my n*ggas
they turn to leeches when you get some fans on your bleachers
that’s why i ain’t calling n*ggas

[pos*chorus]
he talking hot, we light him up like cigars
sorry, i don’t do the kissing, it don’t get my d*ck hard
f*ck her and escape, i don’t go on no dates
if she said she love you then that money a big part
rich n*gga still on jack boy sh*t
he flex on my face then we pulling his b*tch car
i’m the type to buy some sh*t and never wear it
you the type put it on, i don’t think that sh*t hard

[verse 2]
tryna pull off on a jet but right now i’m pushing the ‘vett
you know that’s the newest
i don’t like green, none of my money is benjamin’s faces
you know them the blues
momma said, “don’t burn no bridges”
but these n*ggas fake as a b*tch, momma, i gotta do it
heard your partner, he be feeling loose
i put a d*ck on my glock and sh*t to go scoop
mommas crying, rest in p*ss in these commas
we know that the job done
young n*gga really willing off the chain
it’s two of us chopped up with like five guns
cut off them two*faced n*ggas in the [?]
like stunna said, we don’t diamonds, we buy guns
inventory like [?] to go buy some
heater on me if i gotta go fry some
[chorus]
even if was down bad on my last, i still get all of my n*ggas, yeah
run up and you gon’ get put on your ass
i’m safe, i make call to my n*ggas, yeah
i flex to n*ggas who ate when i was starve
i’m just tryna ball with all my n*ggas
they turn to leeches when you get some fans on your bleachers
that’s why i ain’t calling n*ggas

- ysn flow lyrics

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