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"no more" - yungsaintj lyrics

(tag) * timeline oh my god

yungsaintj
(hook)
“grrr uh yah”
b*tches, be talking in here
“f*ck it”
we just might pull off a l!ck
me and lil port, port
will pull up with sticks
“gas”
my own city be dissing my sh*t
“facts”
air it out on these lil bitty b*tches
“grrrrrahh”
my bag got louis v stitching
“huh”
like officer why you tripping, i only got weed in my system
“haha”
i pull up with 100’s and 50’s
“cash”
and all of these blunts, are pre*scripted
“yah”
if your chasing clout then you’re, missing
“b*tch”
i put in work like the pistons
“on god”
04′ b*tch got me tripping, child support got to bl!cking
and them shots really hitting, better duck better listen
bigchildsupport
(verse)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah “port port, port port”
n*ggas be talking in here
“f*ck it”
n*gga, get rolled up like some dope
“dopе”
b*tches be plotting in herе
my mumma told me don’t trust no hoe
“fire”
n*ggas start tweaking in here, i bet lil port gon, up that pole
“that pole”
n*ggas be jesus in here got them racks gon, up that scope
“yewww”
its a whole lotta smoke, in this b*tch if that n*gga gone tweak on me anyday
“yeah”
got that choppa on me and that 40 delete, p*ssy it’s a d.o.a
“that chop”
get lost in the sauce, and they wondering why cause i told them to pick up the pace
“get up”
headshot lil n*gga on face, lil port that name hold weight
“on god sh*t”

yungsaintj
(verse)
lemme just step on my opps and give me whatever, you got
‘b*tch
bud, money, chains your pockets are lint
“yeah”
it is some dust in the b*tch
your are so broke you ain’t apart of my problem
“yah”
you should call baby cause my songs are charting
“woah”
i got to make it so n0body starving
“nah”
i need a watch to show my departing
“that watch”
i need a jet to show i’m an artist
‘b*tch”
remember my friends they going the hardest
“yeah”
i cannot trip no safety, no harness
i gotta run to travel the harvest
people gon, hate i’m trying regardless
“yeah”
something about that’s deeper than scaring
“f*ck em”
feel like i’m ye i’m staying heartless, i got to show em i’m dying regardless
“b*tch”
yungsaintj
(hook)
“grrr uh yah”
b*tches, be talking in here
“f*ck it”
we just might pull off a l!ck
me and lil port, port
will pull up with sticks
“gas”
my own city be dissing my sh*t
“facts”
air it out on these lil bitty b*tches
“grrrrrahh”
my bag got louis v stitching
“huh”
like officer why you tripping, i only got weed in my system
“haha”
i pull up with 100’s and 50’s
“cash”
and all of these blunts, are pre*scripted
“yah”
if your chasing clout then you’re, missing
“b*tch”
i put in work like the pistons
“on god”
04’ b*tch got me tripping, child support got to bl!cking
and them shots really hitting, better duck better listen

- yungsaintj lyrics

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