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

Bitches in love with these slimers, how many
Lil nigga money as a Greyhound
Smokin' that out the pound
We never lost it, it ain't nothin' to be
These bitches and go 'round and go 'round
I took the booty, her like a mount
These bitches gon' cover me, I call them
Boy that's problem
I might fuck up a boy that's your
Gettin' lil boy, that's your problem
No for abortions, I'll 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

In a Bentley burnin' and I'm gassin'
I got hundreds sittin' on hundreds, that blue cheese, I'm not
I done off on a boot now I'm Paris Hilton dancing'
And I like Marilyn Manson and I want a fucking Grammy
Pass me that mud, just pass me that mud
Sticky white birds, 'em doves
up under my girls
Please no-no fallin' in
I'm runnin' 'round with a bitch , mine bout as a cup
they hatin', I done spent me some dubs
And I'mma lie to that ho a rug
Gettin' money of
Blat! Cookin' like the Porsches
Shout out to Air Forces
Hop in 'ghini ran right on your porch
Hop out like the doors
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 shit out the
We never lost it, it ain't nothin' to be
These come and go 'round and go 'round
I took the booty, her like a mount
These bitches gon' cover me, I call them
Boy that's problem
I fuck up a boy that's your problem
Gettin' distorted lil boy, that's your
No for abortions, I'll nut on your momma
him up to God with no problem
Got icin' on on boogers on boogers lil bitch that's my problem
Boy check out Rollie it shine like a motherfuckin' problem

Damn, we gon' try you in streets
We gon' G her no sheets
How ago? '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 I got a Visa card
Fly Gang, yeah agree with us
Dinosaur B's and C's with us
I that cat bald like an eagle bruh
Since I ran up my racks ain't no us
Damn it's Friday, I need dust
I fuck that bitch if she
up and hop out Mclarens
Don't say I won't 'cause darin'
I'll shoot him with a bow and
Yeah, my bitch is a motherfuckin' horse no saddle
Yeah, shoot that bitch one with a double barrel

Bitches in love these slimers, how many now?
Lil nigga long as a Greyhound
Smokin' that out the pound
We never lost it, it ain't nothin' to be
These bitches come and go and go 'round
I took the booty, nailed her a mount
These bitches cover me, I call them gowns
Boy that's your
I might fuck up a boy that's problem
Gettin' distorted lil boy, that's problem
No for abortions, I'll 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