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ybf k sauce - up wit me, pt. ii (bonus track) lyrics
[hook]
drop a birkin on them p_ssy n_ggas, they gon’ have to die
ain’t gon’ never catch me slippin’, all my n_ggas stay wit’ fye
opposition on the net say i’m a b_tch, he still ain’t slide
told that f_ck n_gga get up wit’ me and get up off that live
b_tch get up wit’ me
all my n_ggas slangin’ iron
b_tch get up wit’ me
ridin’ with 30s and 9s
b_tch get up wit’ me
i got money on my mind
b_tch get up wit’ me
if i say it i ain’t lyin’
[verse]
heard that f_ck n_gga want smoke
b_tch i’m ridin’ round wit that k
b_tch i’m ridin’ round wit that mac
turn that f_ck n_gga to a pack
b_tch how the f_ck n_gga say he gang gang
he don’t never be in no trap
n_ggas be thinkin’ h town p_ssy
b_tch, we the same thing as that ‘raq
outside everyday wit’ that strap
tryna knock a opp n_gga off the map
ridin’ wit a big pole, extendo tryna catch sum’
that’s facts
you see my chain sw_ngin’
all the opps so broke they hurtin’ bad
know they block steady painted
told that lil’ b_tch that i’m outside
hoe i’m steady waitin’
nah, we don’t do no favors
ain’t no one on ones, it’s jus guns we don’t do no tapers
nah we don’t no fades
chasin’ that bag, ain’t doin shows, and i’m still gettin paid
tryna cop the yellow gold wit’ the ice on it like lemonade
[hook]
drop a birkin on them p_ssy n_ggas, they gon’ have to die
ain’t gon’ never catch me slippin’, all my n_ggas stay wit’ fye
opposition on the net say i’m a b_tch, he still ain’t slide
told that f_ck n_gga get up wit’ me and get up off that live
b_tch get up wit’ me
all my n_ggas slangin’ iron
b_tch get up wit’ me
ridin’ with 30s and 9s
b_tch get up wit’ me
i got money on my mind
b_tch get up wit’ me
if i say it i ain’t lyin’
[verse: playamadekam]
free my bros from out that cell
b_tch i’m playa made 4l
if i see opp that’s kickin’ back
i’m sendin’ shots, and that’s on sterl
i been thinkin’ hard in them trap spots
can’t shake back, oh well
if i get locked, then i’m gettin’ out
i got bail money for real
f_ckin’ opp, b_tches
b_tch i’m from the south, and we gon’ drop, them snitches
b_tch don’t run yo’ mouth, ’cause you can die, from snitchin’
exotic tray in my lungs
no i don’t got, no feelings
smoking high, percentage, ah
[hook]
drop a birkin on them p_ssy n_ggas, they gon’ have to die
ain’t gon’ never catch me slippin’, all my n_ggas stay wit’ fye
opposition on the net say i’m a b_tch, he still ain’t slide
told that f_ck n_gga get up wit’ me and get up off that live
b_tch get up wit’ me
all my n_ggas slangin’ iron
b_tch get up wit’ me
ridin’ with 30s and 9s
b_tch get up wit’ me
i got money on my mind
b_tch get up wit’ me
if i say it i ain’t lyin’
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