a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

#'s - yung mal lyrics

[intro]
noisy on the beat

[chorus]
first things first
if a n-gg- ever cross the line, i’ll put his -ss in the dirt
second of all i’m puttin’ in work
i run this sh-t up, we ain’t never gon’ hurt
keep that sh-t real, that’s third
no nine-to-five, my n-gg-s, they slang on the curb
they get the check by the fourth
gotta front auntie that dope, she gon’ get on your nerves
i stay with that four-fifth, go to the club, go straight to the vip
i done got rich, i’m still in the six
huh, young n-gg- stayed down, came up from a sandwich
they talkin’ plates, we already ate
everybody got a sack, n-gg-, we straight
n-gg-s gon’ hate, huh, okay
i bet this nine make his -ss lose weight

[verse 1]
judge gave my brother ten
he hit a move for eleven bricks
don’t f-ck with 12, i’m never gon’ snitch
the trap behind me, that’s thirteen sticks
pull up to your trap and a bomb full of nicks, yeah
stood on that candler road, 1’5 sh-t, hah
new condo on 16th street, got seventeen hoes gettin’ geeked
eighteen hundred for prada, that’s on my feet
gotta keep glock-19
never goin’ out sad, that sh-t in your dreams
n-gg-s ain’t gang, they dub
young n-gg-s with me ain’t 21, still in the club
i heard that boy got hit up
they say them folks h-t his -ss like twenty-two slugs
two-twenty-three, that lebron
twenty-four for the rollie, it wet like a pond
whole twenty-five, i’m a don
keep shooters with me, i still got my gun, n-gg-
broke n-gg-, go get funds, n-gg-
i bring your ho to plug block and we beat up her tongue, n-gg-
i got the drop on the opp, don’t go back and forth, we gon’ give him straight fun, n-gg-

[verse 2]
need like ten, just get in
eleven thousand on the front end
i bet i handle that business, it come in
run through them bands, they get blew like a fan
them shooters pull up in sedan
and they got bomb, saddam
gelato four-five in my lungs
these n-gg-s p-ssy, need pompoms
big p-ssy, wrist is flooded, need ganja
gang gon’ hold it down if i ever go under
got more pull than a toyota tundra
i run it back when they fumble
big b’s with me, no b-mble
big c’s with me, no crutches
no, i don’t g-ngb-ng but i got love for all my brothers
so many hundreds, they bust out the duffle
i play my cards how they dealt, no shuffle
they know that candler get hot like a pepper
no kappa, no alpha, my young n-gg-s steppers
shawty came up, they ain’t help her
rockin’ balenciaga, no maison margiela
i’m with my n-gg-s, we go wherever
i’ll sell you whatever
they got that dope, but my sh-t better
keep cheese like i’m taking a picture
i got cheddar, huh
f-cked as soon as i met her, huh
if you know better, do better, huh
n-gg- went broke tryna get on my level
she ride that d-ck like it came with pedals
one check big as your settlement
i got shooters in the front and the back, just like a president
gucci’d down, cost your rent (gucci, yeah, hah)

- yung mal lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular