YMB / Leanin’
Title | YMB / Leanin’ |
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Artist | YUNG TRAPPA |
Album | Jessie Pinkman |
Release Date | 2012-06-10 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Intro: Yung Pretty] ...каделак Как дела? К-к-к-кадел-как дела? Каделак, ка-ка-ка-каделак Y M, mothafuckin' B. Yeah [Verse 1: Yung Pretty] Yellow bracelet, yellow bitch Give your money. Ye-yeah, I’m rich Yung Murda, yeah, I’m sellin’ bricks I’m on my hood, I’m rollin’ weed Lean got me lense, the codeine Your ass so big, like Nicki You’re jumpin’ on my dick, bitch You’re jumpin’ on my dick, bitch In the hotel room, I’m on bed Well, I’ll fuck you, hoe — Yung Murda swag I’m flexin’ hard, I’m shinin’ hard Yo, haters, fuck, I’m goin’ hard Louis V. backpack Versace black shades New Fendi white kicks [Hate your lee], you like bees You might also likeI’m on the bullshit, I’m on the parties Sippin’ Dirty Sprite, get left your money My double cup, my Gucci [bamp] My pistol, homie, I give you, homie Yeah, I need a doctor, yeah, I need a doctor In a mirrors smokin’ p-p-pill, fuckin’ monster I’m on a spaceship, I’m on a spaceship Get me lean with a Sprite like do use drink In my purple ocean, I swim, shawty Not follow me, fuck everybody Supa bad, Lil Boosie swag Free [Boozy Boo], got on racks on racks [Free Sin] Murda, [mad about ’em] My thugs with me, watch out, shawty [Verse 2: Yung Pretty] Yellow bitches on my block Everybody need my drug While I packing, I’m full of khaki And my yayo hustle hard shit I do a big, I do my shit I’m balla blockin’ young Juvenile Mami, [who acts poppin’] You look like these grease money Yung Murda Boyz, I’m with my dog [Let crush] the block, and I don’t give a fuck And your ‘wharap’ (and your ‘wharap’) I’m [did goomings] to the climb coolings YMB ballas [to that flex], shawty Yung Murda Boyz, rockstar thuggin’ Yung Murda Boyz, get-get money Yung Murda Boyz, lot of bitch women [Bridge: Yung Trappa] Shawty starring, let the [legace] ballin’ money Cooling, [yammy smokin’], [i-nieh-nieh] [Kafoodoo dudges love me lemme] In the Bloodest [’Ell] [I diss-fuck ’em] pretty well Fuck your [moral reef] [I melt] my bracelets [Dates and] Marylin Manson [Verse 3: Yung Trappa] [Da], I care, legs lesson My block like [blood waison] Got money, dead [facing] Looking good, so fuck fashion Kicks fresh, my dick fresh My jeans new, but flue swagga I damn, hoe, I’m bad dog I [back o], I [dack o] Like bad boy, I bake sauce, smoke some, I steal [stun suns] [Squill] shined brilliant, brilliant, brilliant, brilliant ’Cause I’m [lot in] best blunt, I felt the fuckin’ mountain [Lot in, lot in], yuh, [we’re lot of, lot of], huh [Verse 4: Yung Trappa] Stupid black [smally] shawty Going down, my [bleedin’ dawg] Grow that fag, we [bluntin’ dollar] [Yuh, my goo za let ’em go] Who’s this fuck, like shawty [low] [Youngin’, flashin’] I’m Tayshaun Stupid white, I’m rollin’ on Good is [when] I’m smokin’ [throw] If faggot [not go while beat won] [Whom I’m so gon’] leave me alone (huh! huh! huh!) You got the ’nother homie. I got the [‘get my money’] If you only homie, I act like you [the nomial, catch your face] Did you ass [young bladin’] Dangerous, yes, dick, leg Black [night], lil, bad, lie Yes I’m [calm], I’m cool, I [stalk], hold ’em Like [I’m body live got lil dagnasa] I'm flashin’ dangerous, I’m flexin’ All these faggots does flexin’ All these faggots flyin’ high [in a mask] I’m flexin’ on these bitches flyin’ high in the helicopters Smokin’ pussy, [spittin’ box, trippin’, lead it] Sippin’ lean, purple Sprite |