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

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

In a Bentley burnin' and I'm gassin'
I got sittin' on hundreds, that blue cheese, I'm not ranchin'
I done took off on a boot now I'm Paris Hilton
And I feel like Marilyn Manson and I want a fucking
Pass me mud, please just pass me that mud
Sticky birds, call 'em doves
Implants up my girls
Please fallin' in love
I'm runnin' 'round with a bitch , mine bout as a cup
Meanwhile they hatin', I done spent me dubs
And I'mma lie to that ho a rug
Gettin' of course
Blat! Cookin' like the Porsches
Shout out to Air Forces
Hop in that ran right on your porch
Hop out like the doors
Yeah, I'mma go ahead and free Offset, yeah he a
(Free nigga)

in love with these slimers, how many now?
Lil nigga long as a Greyhound
Smokin' that shit out the
We never it, it ain't nothin' to be found
These bitches come and go and go 'round
I took the booty, nailed her a mount
bitches gon' cover me, I call them gowns
Boy your problem
I might fuck up a boy that's your
Gettin' distorted lil boy, that's your
No need for abortions, nut on your momma
Send him up to God 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'

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

in love with these slimers, how many now?
Lil money long as a Greyhound
that shit out the pound
We never lost it, it ain't to be found
These bitches and go 'round and go 'round
I took the booty, nailed her a mount
These bitches gon' cover me, I call them
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
Send him up to God no problem
Got icin' on icin' on boogers on boogers lil that's my problem
Boy check out Rollie it shine like a motherfuckin' problem