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ysr big dev - you not ebk كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(so much energy)

[verse]
b_tch, i’m ridin’ ’round with smackers in the whip
n_gga tried to run from that mm_mm and got hit
we done put his dog down in the pound, i know he sick
you hit that side, i hit that side, we gon’ show ’em how to blitz
n_gga, how the f_ck you beecher k, you never k!lled sh_t?
get to talkin’ to my guy, when i’m lonely, i just vent
all american with the glock, b_tch, i’m ridin’ ’round with spins
i put a b_tton on the back ’cause i ain’t tryna be a vit
i got a micro on my lap when i’m ridin’ through the trench
we bounced out with fast, do it go blrrt? that’s the glitch
n_gga, how the f_ck you want my b_tch and she ate my d_ck?
i don’t want the slim mag in my glizzy, i want a chris
you get locked, you better close your mouth like you ain’t got no lips
i pour up deuces when i’m mad, i don’t wanna hit your fifth
n_ggas said f_ck my mans, and next day, sh_t got spint
i’m through the city every day, i don’t even live in flint
we turnt up when he died, they just sat and reminisce
i get to trippin’ when i’m mad, i crash out, i’m a pit
i got a hundred on this b_tch, it’s like lightning when it hit
this n_gga scared of this sh_t, he ridin’ ’round with five percent
threw in the towel like godd_mn, what the f_ck was got drissed?
that n_gga said ah_ah, that’s how i know he got hit
always started when i played, you lil’ n_ggas rode the bench
speakin’ down on the gang gon’ get a n_gga sh_t swished
boy, who you think you foolin’ with that fake_ass trish?
i got to bustin’ what the h_lly, them n_ggas ran like michael vick
you need some sh_t to make you turn up, search your mike defense
they said big dev in the party, all the hoes hit a split
don’t let this fat sh_t fool you, you run you down in a spliff
blew my candle out, i want a hundred k, that’s my wish
how the f_ck you rappin’ and you rat like how that make sense?you’s a lil’ freaky, diddy_ass n_gga mixed up with prince
i seen a n_gga get face left up on detroit hits
i got white hoes too, somethin’ like taylor swift
that pfi on my name, i ain’t worried ’bout that sh_t
i came home and got fat, then ate rotel and chips
i got a play on clio, so you know i gotta think
they said, “f_ck ysr, so you know i gotta trick”
in the bullpen walkin’ ’round, i’m just makin’ n_ggas flinch

- ysr big dev

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