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ybc nate - 1st place freestyle lyrics

[intro]
dead homies
yeah aight

dumbass n_ggas, back from the dead tho
no faking
yeah aight
[verse 1]
i took a break for two months but im locked in
n_gga where the banks at im finna flock in
mr take a n_gga b_tch and pass her up
and she bad best believe ima f_ck
i took a break for two months but im locked in
n_gga where the banks at im finna flock in
mr take a n_gga b_tch and pass her up
[verse 2]
top notch bad b_tch im in her guts
first place you will never see me last
amg switch the coupe im finna gas (amg switch the coupe im finna gas)
take a risk get the money and bought a bag
his feelings hurt the way im grippin on her ass (his feelings hurt the way im grippin on her ass)
window walkin and im falling thru the glass
[?] switch gears and i gas
[verse 3]
high speed when i hop inside this lo
you n_ggas stupid if you think id a let bum n_gga take my hoe
bl__dy scene when these bodies start hittin the flo
if he thinkin that im [?] im not b_tch
if he ain’t talking bout no pape then thats the blocklist
spin thru five times im tryna get the whole block hit
[?] tell a f_ck n_gga block this
[?] and blow the show up
[?] ybc gang all the bad b_tches know us
get in this b_tch and blow the show up
tappin a n_ggas pocket for this pen get the whole bus
get in this b_tch and blow the show up
if you a homebody n_gga promise itll get yo hoe f_cked
get in this b_tch and blow the show up
if the p_ssy too good you wonder who blowin her phone up
[verse 4]
[?] question know she gon f_ck
3am creeping ybcs we tryna pour cup
officer get to asking questions but i dont know nun
this arp will f_ck up his life we carry ghost guns
we them young n_ggas poppin this sh_t lets get the show runnin
back from the dead up 30 bands i got the trap jumpin
[?] like i dont match nothin
(young n_gga bail out the jail he tryna have somethin)
im beatin her down on the pinky havin her back bussin
got them wondering why im mia cuz the racks comin
them n_ggas ain’t sippin tris thought it was robitussin
shiesty n_gga [?] dumped the whole pint shot back to his tummy
and i ain’t giving out advice just getchu sum money
cuz n_ggas broke living average and nun be funny
ima keep the ball on my court can’t be no dummy
i was a different type of kid, 7 years old i fell in love with the junkies
[outro]
dead homies n_gga
no fakin, no rap cap nun of weird ass sh_t you n_ggas be on
back from the dead b_tch, been gettin pape still gettin pape
(jack just wanna drank)

- ybc nate lyrics

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