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eye spy - yungpapispiice lyrics

(nah synclare, everyone trynna be like the yung n*gga)
(be real)

every time i tell her about the world she get scared
but it’s alright she bad instead i make her focus on her hair
uh, i can’t even lie this whole year just been a glare
uh, i just been so high in real life i’m not here
uh, she call me misogynistic and said i’m a player
no i’m not misogynistic but i might play her
i got his lil hoe her name dior, had her at my door
feel like shorty straight up outta p*rn, hit it on the floor
and i got some b*tches outta state, valid in new york
300 degrees in moncler i’m a florida boy
i done seen the future through them ray bans
got my money, up now i don’t really like to shake hands
in miami, d*mn i love them white girls they be straight fans
said they love me, looked into my eyes and it was game
now she a jungle junkie
you ain’t getting no bread n*ggas playin, boy that’s silly putty
please don’t lose yo life for the fame i can’t go for nun
always used to wonder why these n*ggas hate with no money
i pay em no mind the money counter still fluttering
i can’t fear no man or whoever you got in yo clan
i’m boutta get on a jet told the bro hold it down, until a yung n*gga land
that sh*t was sad, got outta character just for the n*gga to say he was playin
back in the day they always been f*cking wit me and i’m still the boy in command
too lit, i got b*tches buzzing in
over and over
if i’m sliding in that whip wit that tint
i’m wit my soldier
something in that supercharge told me don’t pull over
ever since we met she said she hate being sober
(she gon thank me when she older)
(nah b*tch its synclare)
(she want a rose gold diamond cartier)

- yungpapispiice lyrics

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