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yo to the station [go get him] - yungmanny lyrics

[intro: yungmanny]
([?] on the beat)
hey
[?] pull down your panties a n*gga tryna feel it, uhuhuh
uhuhuhuh (bah!)

[chorus: yungmanny]
girl pull down your panties a n*gga tryna feel it
i do the opps like my motherf*cking beats then i k!ll them
b*tch i’m lit i can’t drop on spinrilla
he said he shoot but he don’t bryson tiller
shorty a customer he not a dealer
i put my trust in lil’ d ’cause i know he gon’ clap sh*t whack sh*t, hop out the car he gon’ get him

[verse 1: yungmanny]
know i ain’t sending no grams, d*mn
tell the [?] we gon’ [?], d*mn
walk down on mister [?], d*mn
she [?] that p*ssy on cam, d*mn
i pop me two tens then i jam, d*mn
i’m tryna get up on him and his man, d*mn
told the b*tch kick her out ‘less she paying, can’t spin off emotion i sit back and plan
hop out with that drac, four*five hit his ass make him shake (bah! bah! bah!)
thеy wasn’t tight so them n*ggas got spanked
my liver going flat i keep pouring up drank
i spin in that car thеn i’m switching the plates
unemployment keep cl!cking i’m spanking [?]
i’m tryna put a n*gga in my jay
i’ma swerve [?] ’cause [?] way
she put my song on to f*ck to the pace
i ride with my stick my b*tch ride with her mace
[?] i thought it was laced
sh*llcatcher my n*ggas ain’t leaving no trace
slide with that hundred round [?]
i got a f—, fendi on my waist
glock twenty—, seven on my waist
250 a line you gotta pay for the taste
i told shorty “two bands, who dying today” (b*tch)
[chorus: yungmanny]
girl pull down your panties a n*gga tryna feel it
i do the opps like my motherf*cking beats then i k!ll them
b*tch i’m lit i can’t drop on spinrilla
he said he shoot but he don’t bryson tiller
shorty a customer he not a dealer
i put my trust in lil’ d ’cause i know he gon’ clap sh*t whack sh*t, hop out the car he gon’ get him

[chorus: yungmanny]
girl pull down your panties a n*gga tryna feel it (yeah)
i do the opps like my motherf*cking beats then i k!ll them
b*tch i’m lit i can’t drop on spinrilla
he said he shoot but he don’t bryson tiller ([?])
shorty a customer he not a dealer
i put my trust in lil’ d ’cause i know he gon’ clap sh*t whack sh*t, hop out the car he gon’ get him (b*tch)

[verse 2: baby jamo]
uh, uh, uh, uh, b*tch, yeah i’m [?]
told yungmanny he f*cking with the realest
talking ’bout painting i’m painting this picture
f*cking an opp thot she gone off the liquor
try to get me painted you gotta be quicker
nah, don’t be putting me in mentions
beefing with me get your bankroll bigger
uh, uh, we gotta sit down and relax it out
free all the men kept a closed mouth
me and sd really running the south
can’t forget about [?] ’bout
uh, and nah don’t be putting me in mentions
talking on live and you know that sh*t tipping
hop in this free car the whip get to drifting
pull up like uber the windows be tinted
uh, five percent tints when i’m whipping
uh, five percent tints when i’m fishing
they was just shooting and missing
uh, we hit the block, hit them and the witness
giving the opps workout like planet fitness
uh, tall slime all about business
keep ’bout four n*ggas gon’ come up missing
huh, nah for real (nah for real)

- yungmanny lyrics

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