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YNW Melly - YNS lyrics

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YNS by YNW Melly


[Intro]
Oh, I gotta keep f**kin’ goin’
Yeah
Young Nigga World
And that’s for life
All my niggas dons, ya dig
Goats, them some dons
Know what I’m sayin’
Woo
[Verse]
b**ch, b**ch, b**ch, b**ch, (Yeah) Young Nigga World, b**ch (Yeah)
Yeah, Young Nigga World, b**ch
Young Nigga World, G (Okay, b**ch)
Young Nigga World, jit (Okay, b**ch)
b**ch, b**ch, okay, haha
Young Nigga World sh*t
Young Nigga World sh*t
Young Nigga World sh*t
Hol’ up, young nigga sh*t
This that young nigga sh*t (sh*t)
Been thuggin’ since a jit
Every Glock got a dick (A dick)
A laser on my chopper, tell me how could I miss
Bag a Smith & Wesson, we got Glock 26 (Okay)
Young nigga sh*t, this that young nigga sh*t (That sh*t)
They’ll tape his momma up and throw his ass in a ditch (Lil b**ch)
I heard you bout that action but lowkey you a b**ch
I seen the paperwork, lil boy, I know you a snitch
Oh, god damn, uh [?], you say you broke as f**k and that you down on your dick (Get off your ass)
Well, get off off your ass and go and hit you a lick
Go and get them credit cards and [?]
Wait, go and get them credit cards and bring ’em to me
You wanna make 1200 dollars, come and f**k with me
I got a whole lotta real niggas who love me
I got a whole lotta killers who f**k with me
And they still f**k with me even though we
From two different f**kin’ parts of the atmosphere
I got diamonds and they shinin’ like [?] (Like [?])
Catch you nigga haters, how we do your [?] (Do your [?])
And you know a nigga got a couple bands in here (Got ’em bands)
I’m in the booth right now, I got a couple bands in here
She wanna f**k, she wanna sell, but I ain’t no baby
Hell nah, don’t you see me with my old lady
Hell nah, we got [?] like Old Navy
Boy, that ain’t not damn Versace, that’s Old Navy
I don’t care, if it’s fire, I wear it, f**k who made it (f**k you x2)
Why the f**k, ooh ohh, Capri Sun (Capri Sun)
Ridin’ with that Glock, he [?]
Ooh, god damn, oh, they trapped us
The feds on the phone, I think they trapped us (The trapped us)
Free John [?], I think they trapped him
If he got a problem, don’t you ask him (Don’t you ask)
Shawty on my dick, she gettin’ nasty (She nasty)
Baby, send that address, oh [?]
Boy gon’ send that address on weekend
W, I swear we don’t take no losses (No losses)
I got VVS on me and they so frosty (So frosty)
And your b**ch suck the dick with the lip gloss (Lip gloss)
And it’s poppin’ like lil mama, take that b**ch to the Bahamas
Okay, b**ch, you bout that drama
We got pistols for days
He say pressure, okay
Hol’ up, ooh, chips lays
Ooh, chips lays
When he die I smile
When he died I smiled (Happy)
When he died I smiled (Okay)
When he died I smiled (Smiled)
Hope that boy beat trial (Smile)
He gon’ [?] the [?]
They tryna take his child (His child)
Tryna take your child, ayy
Take that sh*t to trial, ayy
Put that child support, uh, on that b**ch
Cause if you don’t she gon’ do it to you (Do it to you)
She gon’ do it to you (You)
I’m blood gangster, woop (Suwoop)
Man keep it going, do it
[?] f**k you do
[Outro]
1090 sh*t, oo oo
Young Nigga World



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