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lirik lagu pxrxphernalia – ysb kyle

pxrxphernalia lyrics
[intro]
yea
ysb
you’ll get hit up for real
(amsterdam)
(amsterdam it is)

[hook]
poppin all these f*cking pills that sh*t’ll make you blackout
gang come sliding thru yo block and we pop off with them macs out
that drug paraphernalia on the table at my trap house
smell me whipping in the kitchen, finna make a n*gga pass out
haters they keep dissing, finna make a n*gga lash out
steady making money, couple k i’m boutta cashout
b*tches love my music, they know kyle make them track sounds
steady talkin on my name imma pull up with that strap out

[verse 1]
i gotta new look b*tch and i gotta new perspective
best know i’m never lacking, always me keep a weapon
up from the grave, feeling like i’m resurrected
what the h*ll thinking bout stepping in my direction
haters disrespecting, couldn’t walk a day in my shoes
they think that because i made it that they can too
chess pieces when i play the game i’m finna make a move
ballin too hard on these haters imma make ’em lose
better take a step back like a plane b*tch i’m taking off
yo girl in my crib, and all her clothes she be taking off
always winning every time, you can see that i never lost
keep putting ’em under pressure no matter what the cost
drowning in the cash lil b*tch i get the money high
light up the sky like a flashbang, b*tch, you steady runnin’ ha
drugs on the table gonna take ’em till i pass out
this sh*t ain’t a fable, real sh*t, i’m always talking bout
(amsterdam it is)
[hook]
poppin all these f*cking pills that sh*t’ll make you blackout
gang come sliding thru yo block and we pop off with them macs out
that drug paraphernalia on the table at my trap house
smell me whipping in the kitchen, finna make a n*gga pass out
haters they keep dissing, finna make a n*gga lash out
steady making money, couple k i’m boutta cashout
b*tches love my music, they know kyle make them track sounds
steady talkin on my name imma pull up with that strap out

[verse 2]
steady talkin on my name, imma make you all regret it
pop*out, .30 with a beam, sending you a message
i set a f*ckin goal, and you know i f*cking met it
raised the bar so high, you mof*ckers know i set it, uh (amsterdam it is)
runnin’ i’m runnin’ up money, this sh*t is too funny
go and try me, dummy, finna stretch you like some putty uh
n*gga do not test me, yeah you know i never study
i got ecstasy and percocet just keep them drugs coming
to h*ll with all my brothas, turned they back to get some money
they just wanna see my downfall, but they know i’m not a bummy
got a .40 with extended clip, and choppa with a drummy
said i’m gonna make it out, so i’m never looking muddy
(yea that sh*t be funny)
(know i making music b*tch i’m getting all this money)
(run up on me imma hit you with that drummy)
(imma get to everything i need, b*tch you know i’m set on)
(amsterdam it is)
say your truck is running, but like a ford, you finna break down
know i got sum struggles made a song about my breakdown
stole my flow i’ll take it back, this ain’t gon be a shakedown
you n*ggas still be slaving, i can see that you been chained down
[hook]
poppin all these f*cking pills that sh*t’ll make you blackout
gang come sliding thru yo block and we pop off with them macs out
that drug paraphernalia on the table at my trap house
smell me whipping in the kitchen, finna make a n*gga pass out
haters they keep dissing, finna make a n*gga lash out
steady making money, couple k i’m boutta cashout
b*tches love my music, they know kyle make them track sounds
steady talkin on my name imma pull up with that strap out (amsterdam it is)

- ysb kyle

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