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okay, so, YSL
We're YSL a.k.a. Fly Gang you know
Yeah man, we the Private Fly Gang you know, join in

Bitches in love these slimers, how many now?
Lil money long as a Greyhound
Smokin' that out the pound
We never lost it, it nothin' to be found
These bitches come and go 'round and go
I took the booty, nailed her a mount
bitches gon' cover me, I call them gowns
Boy your problem
I fuck up a boy that's your problem
Gettin' distorted lil boy, your problem
No need for abortions, I'll nut on momma
him up to God with no problem
Got icin' on on boogers on boogers lil bitch that's my problem
Boy check out that Rollie it shine like a motherfuckin'

In a burnin' loud and I'm gassin'
I got hundreds sittin' on hundreds, that blue cheese, I'm not
I done took off on a boot now I'm Paris dancing'
And I feel like Marilyn Manson and I a fucking Grammy
Pass me that mud, just pass me that mud
Sticky birds, call 'em doves
up under my girls
Please no-no fallin' in
I'm runnin' 'round with a bitch , mine bout as a cup
Meanwhile they hatin', I done me some dubs
And I'mma lie to ho like a rug
money of course
Blat! white like the Porsches
out to Nelly Air Forces
Hop in 'ghini ran right on your porch
Hop out like motherfuck the
Yeah, I'mma go ahead and Offset, yeah he a Migo
(Free nigga)

Bitches in with these slimers, how many now?
Lil nigga long as a Greyhound
Smokin' that out the pound
We never lost it, it ain't to be found
These bitches come and go and go 'round
I took the booty, her like a mount
These bitches gon' cover me, I call gowns
Boy your problem
I fuck up a boy that's your problem
distorted lil boy, that's your problem
No need for abortions, I'll nut on momma
Send him up to God with no
Got icin' on icin' on on boogers lil bitch that's my problem
Boy check out that it shine like a motherfuckin' problem

Damn, we gon' try you in streets
We G her with no sheets
How ago? 'Bout a week
All my are neat
All of her friends are
I fuck at least three
Can I? (Yeah, sheesh)
He I pop him like Pop Tarts
demon, only see when dark
I look like I got a Visa
Private Fly Gang, agree with us
Dinosaur B's and C's with us
I like that cat bald an eagle bruh
Since I ran up my racks ain't no us
Damn it's Friday, I need dust
I fuck bitch if she starin'
Pull up and hop out
Don't say I 'cause that's darin'
shoot him with a bow and arrow
Yeah, my is a motherfuckin' horse with no saddle
Yeah, shoot that bitch one time with a double

Bitches in love these slimers, how many now?
Lil nigga long as a Greyhound
that shit out the pound
We lost it, it ain't nothin' to be found
These come and go 'round and go 'round
I the booty, nailed her like a mount
These bitches gon' cover me, I call gowns
Boy that's your
I might fuck up a boy your problem
distorted lil boy, that's your problem
No need for abortions, nut on your momma
Send him up to God no problem
Got icin' on icin' on boogers on boogers lil that's my problem
Boy check out that Rollie it shine a motherfuckin' problem