Correction Lyrics YBN sh*t by Murda Beatz

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Lyrics

My mom tatted on my arm, 'cause she mean a lot
I ain't never had no dad, never had no pops
I was always on that block, clutching on that Glock
Only way you leave the gang if it's in a box
Hard nights, it was cold, we ain't have no heat
And my bro passed away, I was sixteen
Had to get off my ass and get off in 'em streets
We ain't even have no water in that f**king sink
But now I'm up and I'm a stay focused and get the paper
Had to get my money up, rocking with the stainless
Any n***a disrespect, brother he gon' spank him
And I ain't playing with these n***as, leave a n***a dangerous
Stitched lips, be quiеt, don't say sh*t (YBN)
Stick together, that's how my little n***as madе it
And I ain't f**king with no b*t*h if she basic
She ain't f**king for the free, this a fee for this famed d**k
f**k

(Yeah, ooh)
Whole lot of ice (Whole lot of ice)
They know I'm flexed a lot (Flex)
They know we havin' guap (Guap)
Pull up and I drop the top
A lot of b*t*hes wanna f**k (f**k)
Back then they didn't wanna talk (Didn't wanna talk)
Them b*t*hes mad and broke (Broke)
Huh, my b*t*h a boss (A boss)
Huh, she get the guap (She get the guap)
Yeah, she get the mula (She get the racks)
Your b*t*h be wantin' too much, huh
Can't see how you do her (Can't see how you do her)
She wearin' Fashion Nova and think she poppin', huh (Huh)
I took my b*t*h to go shoppin' (b*t*h)
We havin' racks so they keep watchin' (Watchin')
Rolex watch, time no stoppin', yeah (Yeah)
Ooh, run to the big, ain't no option, yeah, ooh (Damn)
These n***as my sons, they up for adoption
I want the green like Boston (Like Boston)
He had a bag but he lost it (He lost it)
Blue strips in my pocket like Charlotte (Uh)
I'm whippin' my wrist like Harden, ooh (b*t*h)

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