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lirik lagu oh okay! – ysn flow

[intro]
only dream is just to be the greatest
smoke marijuana, i love the fragrance
7 figures, man, this sh-t amazin’
cartier lenses, i can see ’em hatin’
the sky’s the limit, i stay lookin’ up
if you don’t know my name, then you can look it up
from the bottom, but i took it up
still be trappin’, my brothers, i hook ’em up

[chorus]
heard it’s a bag on my head, i ain’t duckin’ no beef
b-tch, you know i’m still takin’ the top off
my shooters ain’t takin’ no jumpers, they like to do lay-ups
we pull up and knockin’ his top off
oh okay!
hot like the flex in that photo race
sip act, i need like four more dranks
big body, i need like four more lanes
clutch the gang, i need like four more chains

[post-chorus]
only dream is just to be the greatest
smoke marijuana, i love the fragrance
7 figures, man, this sh-t amazin’
cartier lenses, i can see ’em hatin’
the sky’s the limit, i stay lookin’ up
if you don’t know my name, then you can look it up
from the bottom, but i took it up
still be trappin’, my brothers, i hook ’em up

[verse 1]
feel like i got scoliosis, b-tch, i get m-ssages while ridin’ around in that maybach
if you say you want beef, we ain’t doin’ no squashin’, h-ll nah, we ain’t doin’ no takebacks
on the ‘gram wit’ a row, when i see you in person, you know we don’t have sh-t, we take that
don’t want p-ssy, lil’ hoe, where yo’ face at?
d-ck in her throat, yeah, i’m f-ckin’ her face back
face all my problems, i don’t do no crime
i pop an addy, then pour up a lime
i’m on the gram wit’ a glock and a pine
i ain’t stressin’ and still fold my p.o
knock knock, if you knock wrong, then we shootin’ his -ss through the peephole
keep a .40 and it’s holdin’ a three-oh
c-ck on my glock, yeah, my glock got a deepthroat
rollin’ my pockets, you notice we keep those

[verse 2]
i spent a wraith on my jewelry and still walk around with a whole bunch of bands on me
know that boy, he ain’t ’bout it, he stay in the track, i can tell, when he see me, he ran from me
i’m too famous for trappin’, i copped me a low, gave that straight to my bro, that’s my brother’s pack
spent some thousands on guns just to get to the game, b-tch, you know i can’t let none of my brothers lack
ice on my body, i feel like a glacier, yo’ b-tch but she f-cked me, i swear i ain’t make her
ain’t stressin’ bout b-tches, i need me some paper
squares in my circle, i bet they got boxed
brand new glock .40, i gave it a c-ck
i can’t go back to them days i was stuck in them chains, man i swear i hate sleepin’ on cots
i do this sh-t for my brothers so they can quit trappin’, i still see ’em sleep on the block
if i got a problem, they creep on the block
know n-ggas pop, so i sleep wit’ my glock
in the waters, b-tch i creep wit’ my ride
i can’t’ do sh-t that a f-ck n-gga do, imma real n-gga wit’ a steel n-gga
you get k!lled n-gga just for lookin’ wrong
f-ck you, i hope you took it wrong

- ysn flow

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