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Oi, sometimes, sometimes man ain't tryna hear no chorus, you know what I mean? Man just wanna hear bars, straight foot to the floor ting, no reversing, just straight, smooth glide ting You know what I mean? Bars I ain't tryna hear no chorus, I ain't tryna sing along in the car, it ain't about that life Hey Yungen, show them what you're dealing with bro My brothers shot pies and rob guys I'm just tryna find the right suit for these mob ties Cuffed a little lighty, no chest but she got thighs And she'll be the first to tell these niggas I'm top five At this age, how are these man still broke? Your little [?] P's, I spent that on a coat You say you're gonna ride, we know that you won't Feds tryna nick a teen cah they know he's got the smoke That's my young G, used to send him country He made his first three bags, bought himself a pumpy Long as I ain't rapping, everybody's comfy Yeah we've both got a Merc, you pay off monthly Sixty bags cash, 180 on the dash, flash Got another fifty in the stash, splash Listened to your album, verdict - trash [?] with the bangers and you know they got that mash Oi Yungs, you're killing them my guy Oi that's what I need to hear from you bro I've been telling you for a long time, you're a savage, beast Letras de cancionesGet them again my guy Ric Flair in the ring like I'm a wrestler Pulled up in a Tesla Alexa's playing Yungen while I'm playing Alexa Most my guys trap, they used Deborah for a tester My boy moves charlie, she asked him to leave one extra You and I are different, I am way fresher Used to [?] on a pushie or a Vesper All these gal around me, looking like a young Hefner Off-white drip, they don't know a better flexer This ain't a Roley, this a mortgage Gave away Chanels 'cause I was running out of storage I had to [?] one ting, she used to force it Said my boy had beef in East and then I sure ditch They wanna catch up with the swag but cannot source it Walk it like I talk it, 120 in the Porsche whip Nigga keep up Before you talk shit, get your P's up Aha, oi, before you chat shit, get your P's up Oi Yungs spent more money in Marbella last night than you earned last year Here on some international shit now Worldwide settings, started in the bando Dubai seven up, I ain't tryna let my tan go Madman T, he might pull up in a [?] But it can get pear-shape if my brudda lets his man go Since I've made star bucks, I always send my nan dough Mandem see the cash flow Never do them bad bro My youngen kicks ball but he's an ASBO [?] kicking rarse in his astros He don't need no Rambo Back like I never left Pressed her with the D and now she's no longer depressed Niggas pillow-talking, brudda say it with your chest Man wanna post codes 'til them niggas get addressed They were talking shit, I had to step up They were doubting me, I kept my head up I was here getting my bread up So you should know that the price just went up From Letras Mania