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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

in love with these slimers, how many now?
Lil money long as a Greyhound
Smokin' that out the pound
We lost it, it ain't nothin' to be found
These come and go 'round and go 'round
I took the booty, nailed her like a
These bitches gon' cover me, I call them
Boy that's your
I might fuck up a boy that's your
Gettin' lil boy, that's 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 bitch my problem
Boy out that Rollie it shine like a motherfuckin' problem

In a Bentley burnin' loud and I'm
I got hundreds sittin' on hundreds, that blue cheese, I'm not
I took off on a boot now I'm Paris Hilton dancing'
And I feel like Marilyn Manson and I want a fucking
me that mud, please just pass me that mud
Sticky white birds, call 'em
up under my girls
Please fallin' in love
I'm runnin' 'round with a , mine bout thick as a cup
Meanwhile they hatin', I done spent me dubs
And lie to that ho like a rug
Gettin' money of
Blat! Cookin' white like the
out to Nelly Air Forces
Hop in that 'ghini ran right on your
Hop out like motherfuck the
Yeah, I'mma go ahead and free Offset, he a Migo
(Free nigga)

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

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

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