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#'s (Remix) Lyrics - Artist : Yung Mal
[Intro:]
Noisy on the beat [Yung Mal:] First things first If a nigga ever cross the line, I'll put his ass in the dirt Second of all I'm puttin' in work I run this shit up, we ain't never gon' hurt Keep that shit real, that's third No nine-to-five, my niggas, they slang on the curb They get the check by the fourth Gotta front auntie that dope, she gon' get on your nerves I stay with that four-fifth, go to the club, go straight to the VIP I done got rich, I'm still in the 6 Huh, young nigga stayed down, came up from a seven They talkin' plates, we already ate Everybody got a sack, nigga, we straight Niggas gon' hate, huh, okay I bet this nine make his ass lose weight Judge gave my brother ten He hit a move for eleven bricks Don't fuck with 12, I'm never gon' snitch The trap behind me, that's thirteen sticks Fourteen, trappin' the bomb full of nicks, yeah Stood on that Candler Road, 1'5 shit, hah New condo on 16th Street, got seventeen hoes gettin' geeked Eighteen hundred for Prada, that's on my feet Gotta keep Glock-19 Never goin' out sad, that shit in your dreams Niggas ain't gang, they dub Young niggas with me ain't 21, still in the club I heard that boy got hit up They say them folks hit his ass like twenty-two slugs Two-twenty-three, that LeBron Twenty-four for the Rollie, it wet like a pond Whole twenty-five, I'm a don Keep shooters with me, I still got my gun, nigga Broke nigga, go get funds, nigga I bring your ho to Plug block and we beat up her tongue, nigga I got the drop on the opp, don't go back and forth, we gon' get that shit gone, nigga First things first If a nigga ever cross the line, I'll put his ass in the dirt Second of all I'm puttin' in work I run this shit up, we ain't never gon' hurt Keep that shit real, that's third No nine-to-five, my niggas, they slang on the curb They get the check by the fourth Gotta front auntie that dope, she gon' get on your nerves I stay with that four-fifth, go to the club, go straight to the VIP I done got rich, I'm still in the 6 Huh, young nigga stayed down, came up from a seven They talkin' plates, we already ate Everybody got a sack, nigga, we straight Niggas gon' hate, huh, okay I bet this nine make his ass lose weight (Noisy on the beat) [Stunna 4 Vegas:] Better stay with your pole in the 704, yeah, you know how that go (Boom) I was sicker than a bitch, I got pulled with six sticks in the city right after my show (Fuck) I bang the 5 and my lil' nigga Crip, we both slangin' iron 'bout that 4, uh (4X) These Jordan 3's on they throat (Uh) I got two vibes tellin' me I'm the G.O.A.T., uh, uh (Thot-thot) I'ma tell you one time (Uh) Boy, you better not play with 4X (4X) I set the bitch up like a punchline (Let's go) When it's smoke, let's go, we gun firin' (Boom) My money long like the lunchline (Cash) I pull up like KD in crunch time (Score) Two bustdowns, they both mine (Ice) Still in the hood, I took off in no time (Blatt) [Yung Mal:] First things first If a nigga ever cross the line, I'll put his ass in the dirt Second of all I'm puttin' in work I run this shit up, we ain't never gon' hurt Keep that shit real, that's third No nine-to-five, my niggas, they slang on the curb They get the check by the fourth Gotta front auntie that dope, she gon' get on your nerves I stay with that four-fifth, go to the club, go straight to the VIP I done got rich, I'm still in the 6 Huh, young nigga stayed down, came up from a seven They talkin' plates, we already ate Everybody got a sack, nigga, we straight Niggas gon' hate, huh, okay I bet this nine make his ass lose weight (Noisy on the beat) |
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