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gah damn - yung mal lyrics

[intro]
got on they ass when i got out the can
yeah
yeah
come on

[chorus]
got right on they ass when i got out the can
i had to run it up fast as i can
no time to play, i been runnin’ up bands
n*ggas gon’ hate, but they really some fans
i pray they free all my dogs out the jam
i walk in the booth and i bet i go h.a.m.
i f*ck her and kick her right out like she pam
i do this sh*t for my fans and my fam
12 all on my d*ck, godd*mn
my b*tch ass so fat, godd*mn
i lost my dog to the street, godd*mn
hundred racks, and it’s all blue, godd*mn
these n*ggas ain’t keepin’ it real, but i am
do this sh*t in real life, i don’t post on the ‘gram
i bought a new watch, could’ve went bought a lam’
she suck d*ck all night, yes, ma’am
[verse 1]
old*school cutlass, it came with a cab
face card so good, i might run up a tab
hit this sh*t from the back, yeah, i smash and i grab
on the way to that sack, ’bout to hop on a slab
this chain on my neck cost a brick and a half
whеn it touch down, make them birds take a bath
whеn i think ’bout my past, i might bust out and laugh
none of these n*ggas can’t walk in my path
my b*tch bad
i paid cash, went and bought her an ass
so many racks, i need a new stash
i just might pull up in a brand new jag
got in my bag and them boys got mad
i put his face on tv like i’m vlad
i don’t wanna hear ’bout the sh*t that you had
i don’t wanna hear ’bout the sh*t in the past
they want me to fail and they want me to crash
gotta keep droppin’ sh*t ’cause these rappers, they trash
the car that i drive, that b*tch paid off in cash
my brother came up, he got rich sellin’ bags
not trustin’ these n*ggas, they switch on they mans
she like to suck without usin’ no hands
too many racks, they can’t fit in my pants
go run up a hundred and do it again
b*tch, i blew the advance
[chorus]
got right on they ass when i got out the can
i had to run it up fast as i can
no time to play, i been runnin’ up bands
n*ggas gon’ hate, but they really some fans
i pray they free all my dogs out the jam
i walk in the booth and i bet i go h.a.m.
i f*ck her and kick her right out like she pam
i do this sh*t for my fans and my fam
12 all on my d*ck, godd*mn
my b*tch ass so fat, godd*mn
i lost my dog to the street, godd*mn
hundred racks, and it’s all blue, godd*mn
these n*ggas ain’t keepin’ it real, but i am
do this sh*t in real life, i don’t post on the ‘gram
i bought a new watch, could’ve went bought a lam’
she suck d*ck all night, yes, ma’am (godd*mn)

[verse 2]
these n*ggas broke and they need to be fixed
12 on my d*ck, but i been out the mix
stand up in that pain, i’m the realest it get
whatever you put in this sh*t what you get
had to really stay down, yeah, i grind for this sh*t
these n*ggas be burnt, ain’t got time for that sh*t
straight out the hood, now a young n*gga lit
ask about me, b*tch, i’m solid like brick (let’s go)
too many racks, man, this sh*t can’t fit
i f*ck her ’til she can’t take no d*ck
thirty*five racks, went and iced my wrist
trackhawk truck and it came with the kit
these n*ggas my sons, they really my jits
walk in the kitchen, it’s smellin’ like fish
bro workin’ his wrist, but ain’t cookin’ no grits
i’m savin’ my pape’, i ain’t savin’ no b*tch
my chain hit hard, you can see through the tints
my car so fast, hit the gas and it lift
can’t show no love to no maggot*ass b*tch
can’t trust no n*gga, seen so many switch
i custom my ‘fit ’cause they eat up the drip
lost my heart when my brother got k!lled
75k, just made one flip (one flip, b*tch)
[chorus]
got right on they ass when i got out the can
i had to run it up fast as i can
no time to play, i been runnin’ up bands
n*ggas gon’ hate, but they really some fans
i pray they free all my dogs out the jam
i walk in the booth and i bet i go h.a.m.
i f*ck her and kick her right out like she pam
i do this sh*t for my fans and my fam
12 all on my d*ck, godd*mn
my b*tch ass so fat, godd*mn
i lost my dog to the street, godd*mn
hundred racks, and it’s all blue, godd*mn
these n*ggas ain’t keepin’ it real, but i am
do this sh*t in real life, i don’t post on the ‘gram
i bought a new watch, could’ve went bought a lam’
she suck d*ck all night, yes, ma’am

- yung mal lyrics

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