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young lost - yung tat lyrics

[intro: yung tat]
yeah, gimme that phone
i need to call someone
yeah, yeah
yeah, yah, yah, ey

[pre*chorus: yung tat]
my blood is drippin from my nose, yeah
a lot of demons in my room, sh*t
i got problems with you, lil b*tch
now i’m working with my group
i got problems with womens
yeah, i got a lot of problems with myself
you can call me g*y, ain’t care about it
ey

[chorus: yung tat]
imma lost boy
young n*gga with a ice on my wrist
im with lostboy
we go make this shake like a b*tch
imma lost boy
young n*gga with a ice on my wrist
im with lostboy
yeah, we go make this b*tch shake like taylor swift
[verse: lo$tboy]
(ay, ay, ay, ay… aye*aye)
what you see is what you get (yuh)
i got some problems lil b*tch
might pop a tag, ain’t talkin thrift
i’m talkin fax while u talkin sh*t
i’m walkin in my linen
walk in a tailored fit
coppin off white, gucci fit
off white drip & gucci tricks
cop off white drip & gucci kicks
caught off*guard & i’m still lit
enthеusiastic with my bliss
infusing gifts entombing my last wish
made outta f*cking mythral
made outta f*cking mythral
i’m comin in just likе a missle (yeah)
that b*tch a bat, i need to find a wiffle
best believe this ain’t a myth tho
mythical, symbol isn’t a semblance
i keep it civil
my rhyming special, you dribble
yeah, you just dribble
i juggle, you dribble (yuh)
i spit, you spitle
i spit, you spitle
pop you like a f*ckin pimple
poisin iv, hospital yeah
poison ivy, poison iv
hospital, hospital, hospital, hospital
he off the white, he off the white
but her p*ssy tight, i’m caught up in the middle
caught up in the middle off the white
malcolm in the middle
malcolm in the middle, yuh
i dont give a shiet b*tch, not even a little bit
not even a little, not even a little
i never cap don’t got a lid on
erratic i am practically prismatic
like bism*th on packs, glass attics
get at it, i get at it
i count stacks, i’m a rich addict
i’m a money addict
point b*tch, get at it
do you get the point b*tch?
do you get the point, b*tch?
i don’t think you get it
i’m tryna get at it (yuh)
i’m tryna get stackin
the heat, been packin
in a bl**dy casket
got a f*ckin packet of the loud
sipin muddy in a casket (look at my wrist)
i get a bag & take some pills from the shire (yuh, yuh)
just f*ckin call me bilbo baggins
b*tch
[chorus: yung tat]
imma lost boy
young n*gga with a ice on my wrist
im with lostboy
we go make this shake like a b*tch
imma lost boy
young n*gga with a ice on my wrist
im with lostboy
yeah, we go make this b*tch shake like taylor swift

[outro: lo$tboy]
(ay, ay, ay, ay… aye*aye)
what you see is what you get, yuh
i got some problems lil…
b*tch

- yung tat lyrics

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