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lirik lagu new level – ybs skola

[intro]
we takin’ this sh*t to a whole ‘nother level
gotta stay with the metal, i’m hidin’ from the devil
if they get behind me, i push on the pedal
i still risk my life just to ice out the bezel

[chorus]
they tried count me out, but they know i’m the sh*t
this that pressure, i came up from dimes and sh*t
she can’t cook, but she know how to hide some sh*t
buy her whatever she want, she a solid b*tch
i lost a n*gga from whackin’ some goodies
i miss him, i still feel a pain in my chest
i never met dj khaled, but we the ones shinin’
and i really think we the best
twenty pound, thirty pound, forty pound, fifty pound
d*mn, runnin’ through them packs in the ghetto
and we got the highs on the ‘za, tell me what you tryna buy?
you ain’t never seen this gelato
d*mn, you look good in milano, yeah
body look somethin’ like mulatto’s, yeah
nice redbone freak, eat it up
always on fleek, shut ’em up

[verse]
mansion with a pool, heat it up
since i was a kid, i ran it up
f*ck you in the kitchen by the stove, stand up
money comin’ in ’til i’m old, band up
you the type see the opps, froze
i’m the type walkin’ down goals
i can make your girl cum quicker than a rose
married to the streets, i was ten when i proposed
i can use a crockpot if i ain’t got a stove
i’m always high, but i ain’t playin’ with my nose
thuggin’ right now and i ain’t changin’ my clothes
i’ma see some paper i ain’t seen yesterday
my b*tch, she a trophy, so i keep her out the way
when she was just a kid, got hit by a stray
i can make your whole salary in one play
i can make fifty*five thou’ in one day
i done seen a n*gga catch a bullet to the head
died a couple feet away right from his son
cuz cuz really start trial this week
i know he gon’ shine ’cause that wasn’t his gun
knocks don’t never play fair, better run
i was gettin’ low every time they spun
i was just a kid with a kid doin’ a bid
i was only thirteen, totin’ on a sig
[chorus]
they tried count me out, but they know i’m the sh*t
this that pressure, i came up from dimes and sh*t
she can’t cook, but she know how to hide some sh*t
buy her whatever she want, she a solid b*tch
i lost a n*gga from whackin’ some goodies
i miss him, i still feel a pain in my chest
i never met dj khaled, but we the ones shinin’
and i really think we the best
twenty pound, thirty pound, forty pound, fifty pound
d*mn, runnin’ through them packs in the ghetto
and we got the highs on the ‘za, tell me what you tryna buy?
you ain’t never seen this gelato
d*mn, you look good in milano, yeah
body look somethin’ like mulatto’s, yeah
nice redbone freak, eat it up
always on fleek, shut ’em up

- ybs skola

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