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

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

In a burnin' loud and I'm gassin'
I got hundreds on hundreds, that blue cheese, I'm not ranchin'
I done took off on a now I'm Paris Hilton dancing'
And I like Marilyn Manson and I want a fucking Grammy
me that mud, please 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 , bout thick as a cup
Meanwhile hatin', I done spent me some dubs
And I'mma lie to that ho a rug
Gettin' money of
Blat! Cookin' white the Porsches
Shout out to Air Forces
Hop in 'ghini ran right on your porch
Hop out motherfuck the doors
Yeah, I'mma go ahead and free Offset, he a Migo
(Free nigga)

Bitches in love these slimers, how many now?
Lil money long as a Greyhound
Smokin' that shit out the
We lost it, it ain't nothin' to be found
These bitches come and go and go 'round
I the booty, nailed her like a mount
bitches gon' 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 your
No need for abortions, I'll nut on your
Send him up to God no problem
Got icin' on on boogers on boogers lil bitch that's my problem
Boy check out that it shine like a motherfuckin' problem

Damn, we gon' try you in these
We G her with no sheets
How long ago? a week
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, see when dark
I look I got a Visa card
Private Fly Gang, yeah with us
Dinosaur B's and some C's us
I like 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 bitch if she
Pull up and hop out
Don't say I won't 'cause darin'
I'll shoot him with a bow and
Yeah, my bitch is a horse with no saddle
Yeah, shoot that bitch one time a double barrel

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