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arithmetic - yvng polski lyrics

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[intro]
yvng polski kinda spicy

[chorus: xosé kruz]
i’m shootin’ like i’m curry from the 3 (ahh swish)
ain’t n-body guardin’ me (guardin’ me)
i’m too high up in the league (beast)
pull up, ice down, on my sleeve (racks racks racks)

shoot em’ with the uzi machiavelli (brrrrr)
mixed personalities like i’m melly (like i’m melly)
i p-ss on your grave like r. kelly (you a felon)
your boy on the news watch the tele (yuh yuh watch that sh-t)

[verse 1: yvng polski]
i be hittin’ milestones til’ my tombstone
still in my zone and you know i run this sh-t like a flintstone (run it run it)
stressed out but i’ll never back down
bout’ to reach the top now
drivin ’round town with the top down (skrt skrt)
border hoppin’ but i’ll never let you slip again (again)
ice got my brother, nah not me, call my wrist big ben
speedin’ down 95 i don’t watch the dash
dc in dc they callin’ me the flash
opps at the traphouse light up the stash
not guilty in the courthouse, drip wet, splash (not me)
i just bought a bentley, tre hundred k cash (woah)
snakes in the green i just wanna hulk smash
my b-tch miss america, catch her with the sash
my stacks so fat drownin’ in ’em like taft

[chorus: xosé kruz]
i’m shootin’ like i’m curry from the 3 (ahh swish)
ain’t n-body guardin’ me (guardin’ me)
i’m too high up in the league (beast)
pull up, ice down, on my sleeve (racks racks racks)

shoot em’ with the uzi machiavelli (brrrrr)
mixed personalities like i’m melly (like i’m melly)
i p-ss on your grave like r. kelly (you a felon)
your boy on the news watch the tele (yuh yuh watch that sh-t)

[bridge: lil razy]
countin’ paper ever since i trappin’ young
f-ckin’ b-tches ever since my heart got hung
now i know better, now i make cheddar
your b-tch wanna f-ck me if you let her
she lickin’ my top like a letter (shlurp)

[verse 2: lil razy]
b-tch i ain’t local (no way)
i’m kinda global (yup)
somethin’ like a n-ble (n-ble)
spittin facts with no bull (sh-t)
walk up to your b-tch she lookin’ at me like she gon’ suck my d-ck
shootas by my side they addin’ on shots like arithmetic

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