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around the world - yung mal lyrics

[intro]
(ride this b*tch up, hulk, on gang)
look

[chorus]
i never asked a n*gga to post my sh*t (never)
’round the whole world, they know my sh*t (on god)
did it off of love, you don’t owe me sh*t (off love)
stopped doin’ drugs and my life got lit (stopped drugs)
thirty*five bands when i lift my wrist
got racks stacked up, man, this sh*t don’t fit (sh*t)
took a lot of l’s, why the f*ck would i quit?
murder got beat, why the f*ck would i snitch? (shh)
flew up north with a down south b*tch (phew, phew)
i’m way in new york, but i got that bl!ck (fah)
went for my chain, then his ass got hit (boom)
mall ain’t have sh*t, but the boy got rich (got rich)
fans runnin’ up, gotta stop, take a pic’ (boy)
my neck full of gold, sh*t look like p*ss (gold)
house full of hoes, all of ’em on g6
camera roll, n*gga, and i’m good from that 1 to the 6 (let’s go)

[verse]
might pull up with big booty west side b*tch (ooh, ooh)
facе card good, yeah, i check out, b*tch (b*tch)
know a n*gga got rich on the hit, onе l!ck (one l!ck)
check on his head, get his ass done quick (bye)
my whole gang, n*ggas gettin’ money like mitch (money)
chopper hit his ass, make him hear a high pitch
had a good day, spent two k for the kick
iceburg got it hot like a bakery, b*tch (iceburg)
i know these f*ck n*ggas hate on me (f*ck n*ggas)
got these chains on my neck like it’s slavery (slavery)
i’m the hardest, you cannot debate on me (never)
from the block, i got rich off of melodies (on god)
duffel bag and it’s filled with your salary (cash)
custom drip, i ain’t rockin’ no gallery (no)
switch hit him in his ass, lost calories (frrt)
i’m the boss, b*tch, talk to my faculty (b*tch)
leave the show and these b*tches run after me (let’s go)
penthouse, i don’t sleep in no double tree (nah)
got these racks in my pockets, they huggin’ me (racks)
got me swervin’, the b*tch started suckin’ me (skrrt)
take my swag, but it never can double me (never)
won a championship, poppin’ bubbly (poppin’)
ain’t none of these n*ggas did nothin’ for me (never)
on god (on god)
[chorus]
i never asked a n*gga to post my sh*t (never)
’round the whole world, they know my sh*t (on god)
did it off of love, you don’t owe me sh*t (off love)
stopped doin’ drugs and my life got lit (stopped drugs)
thirty*five bands when i lift my wrist
got racks stacked up, man, this sh*t don’t fit (sh*t)
took a lot of l’s, why the f*ck would i quit?
murder got beat, why the f*ck would i snitch? (shh)
flew up north with a down south b*tch (phew, phew)
i’m way in new york, but i got that bl!ck (fah)
went for my chain, then his ass got hit (boom)
mall ain’t have sh*t, but the boy got rich (got rich)
fans runnin’ up, gotta stop, take a pic’ (boy)
my neck full of gold, sh*t look like p*ss (gold)
house full of hoes, all of ’em on g6 (yeah)
camera roll, n*gga, and i’m good from that 1 to the 6

[outro]
yeah, i’m good from that 1 to the 6, n*gga
from your hood to my hood, n*gga, don’t matter where i’m at, i’m good, n*gga
f*ck you doin’, n*gga? stopped doin’ drugs and my life got lit, the f*ck?
the f*ck i look like chasin’ a b*tch?
haha, iceburg, b*tch

- yung mal lyrics

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