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lost souls - yung ten lyrics

[intro]
ayy, man, f*ck all that talkin’, n*gga
i ain’t even tryna hear sh*t you sayin’ (f*ck outta here)
b*tch*ass n*ggas always runnin’ they mouth (shut the f*ck up)
man, these n*ggas hoes—sneak dissin’, can’t even say my name (p*ssy)
man, f*ck all y’all, n*gga, i’m doin’ me, f*ck is you talkin’ ’bout?

[verse]
man, i just woke up, dropped a hit, this sh*t too f*ckin’ easy (too easy)
i don’t need no pen, no pad, n*gga, i’m freestylin’, believe me (b*tch)
i got rick owens on my b*tch, yeah, she bad, dripped out in cc (chanel)
run up talkin’ reckless, p*ssy boy get smoked like a bic (b*tch, what’s up?)
ayy, i just poured up a four of that wock’ (that drank)
b*tch on my d*ck, she givin’ me top (sloppy)
opp n*gga talk, we slide with them glocks (boom)
he act tough, but that boy is a fraud (fake*ass n*gga)
man, i know they don’t understand me, but b*tch, i don’t give a f*ck (f*ck you)
they like, “why you look so mad?” b*tch, i just had enough (had enough)
ayy, two b*tches fightin’ over my d*ck, like this family feud (what the f*ck?)
n*gga talkin’ crazy, pull up on his block, now his mama confused (yeah)
they like, “ten, you switched up?” man, f*ck your gang, y’all n*ggas ain’t true (b*tch*ass n*ggas)
some n*ggas stole from me, some n*ggas folded, that sh*t ain’t new (p*ssy)
man, i peeped that sh*t, n*ggas move funny, i don’t even trust my own clique (fake)
boy thought the opps was gon’ snake him, whole time, his mans a b*tch (clown*ass n*gga)
i done seen some sh*t that made me load this f*ckin’ clip (on gang)
they ain’t real, they just actin’—fake angelic, suck my d*ck (suck it, hoe)
man, i really do this sh*t, i don’t even try (nah)
f*cked so many hoes last night, i forgot who the f*ck was mine (d*mn)
i just got a check today, i ain’t gon’ lie, i blew that sh*t (10k)
pulled up to a opp crib, they ain’t know we moved in (we in here)
b*tches choosin’, i ain’t trippin’, i ain’t cuffin’, i ain’t losin’ (f*ck that)
i got way too many racks, n*gga, i’m up, i do this (i do this)
my bro sippin’ that wock’—he leanin’, can’t even walk (leanin’)
n*gga say he want smoke, we pull up and let that choppa talk (brrr)
[outro]
ayy, shout out taz, shout out nick
you know how the f*ck we comin’, b*tch*ass n*gga
stay the f*ck out my way, man, y’all some hoes
big racks, big glocks, i ain’t playin’ with none of y’all n*ggas

- yung ten lyrics

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