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lirik lagu t-scope – yung prh

[chorus: yung prh]
(ayy)
pull up with the louis v in the backseat
streamin’ backstreet, me and all my b*tches playin’ tag team (yaya)
ride around and my lambo lookin’ s*xy (oooh)
b*tch, i am number one, test me (yeeh)
let them haters know, how we flexin’
six*figure checks, feelin’ so blessed, gonna check in (check)
yah, square up in the maisons (pew, bow)
yah, t*scope tracing. (naha)
i’m so high, i feel like i’m flying (flying)
comin’ up, in a cosco, ridin’ (ridin’)
makin’ cash, i’m like what
she got ass, she a thot
and she really is afraid to hide it (nana)
she gon’ shake it all night long (long long)
gon’ strip for me to my song (song)
if she drop it low enough, i might go and pay her rent (yah)
sh*t, fame’s brought me to a f*cked up extend. (*tend)

[verse: la1zar & yung prh]
i got dollar signs ridin’ ’round my inner brain (inner brain)
fell in love with the 30 in the purple rain (purple rain)
gon’ f*ck your whole gang, better won’t you provocate (provocate)
pull the trigger on him, i ain’t gonna hesitate (hesitate)
what’s you takin’ so long? i’m the plug
if y’all don’t gimme lotta paper, me and prh gon’ f*ck you up (f*ck you up)
pull up with 40 on the block
i’ve been a mess, but now i’m in the droptop
been ballin’ from the start, rock the billboard charts
did that without luck, yah
your sh*t is trash, they say my songs be kinda lit (kinda lit)
a’ight, no cap, i never had to suck a d*ck (d*ck)
i hear the cash bell ringing (ringing)
took some l’s but now i’m winnin’ (winnin’)
i’m in charge, i would take it seriously (seriously)
gimme couple more years and we got anarchy! (skrrt!)

everybody in the big crowd sing that sh*t like “nanana na na naaaa” (yayayayaaa)
got the choppa, if you have doubt, shoot that b*tch like “rapapa pa pa paaaa” (whoo, nanana)
never take a step back, never take l’s (no)
ain’t a big scenario, this ain’t kiss & tell (bow)
pull up in the foreign, make your b*tch think she fell (woh)
finally when i’m done with you, you ain’t* (you ain’t*, you ain’t*, you ain’t*)

[chorus: yung prh]
pull up with the louis v in the backseat
streamin’ backstreet, me and all my b*tches playin’ tag team (yaya)
ride around and my lambo lookin’ s*xy (oooh)
b*tch, i am number one, test me (yeeh)
let them haters know, how we flexin’
six*figure checks, feelin’ so blessed, gonna check in (check)
yah, square up in the maisons (pew, bow)
yah, t*scope tracing. (naha)
i’m so high, i feel like i’m flying (flying)
comin’ up, in a cosco, ridin’ (ridin’)
makin’ cash, i’m like what
she got ass, she a thot
and she really is afraid to hide it (nana)
she gon’ shake it all night long (long long)
gon’ strip for me to my song (song)
if she drop it low enough, i might go and pay her rent (yah)
sh*t, fame’s brought me to a f*cked up extend. (*tend)

[outro]
everybody in the big crowd sing that sh*t like
got the choppa, if you have doubt, shoot that b*tch like
never take a step back, never take l’s
ain’t a big scenario, this ain’t kiss & tell
pull up in the foreign, make your b*tch think she fell
finally when i’m done with you, you ain’t feelin’ well, ayy

- yung prh

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