Correction Paroles On Granny (I’m The Man)* par YSN Flow

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I been dressin' clean but got dirty in my cup
Backwood full of green, b*t*h, you know I'm feelin' stuffed
Diamonds hittin' different, b*t*h, I scraped these out the mud
'Cause I ain't never have sh*t, now it's time to live it up
Let me do my dance, bounce like rubber bands
I'm geeked off the Molly, now it's time to pop some Xans
Hangin' with my mans and we in that Benz
F**kin' on this white b*t*h and my bro f**kin' her friends
Presidential wrist watch, you know it's don't tick-tock
Baguettes in my mouth, b*t*h, I upgrade to some big rocks
Lil' bro picked up the pack and we skrrt off like a pit stop
Seven figure n***a, for the deal, b*t*h, I have big guap
Hangin' with my dawg, my dawg, my dawg, my dawg
If I need to shoot a b*t*h, I'll make it one call
I'ma make one call to my dawg, my dawg
Make a n***a drop like some bands on the floor

You know, I got bands, n***a, they say I'm the man, n***a
Hop out that whip, I see that pu**y and he ran, n***a
Yes, he said I'm rich, I'm gettin' money so I cracked the bed
Made it out the hood, they see them blues and they mad and sh*t
Stand up in the studio, got money, pockets fat and sh*t
Yeah, they see young Marlo gettin' money and I'm f**kin' now
N***a get they envy movin' wood, I got this pole now
Pull up in the 'Rarri or a Bently, f**kin' hoes now
Fell through the spot with a duffly full of bands
I'm a big fist great white, I'm the man
Work with a ten, trap full of grams
I put that on my granny, I'ma feed the fam
B*t*hes jump ship, suckin' d**k on dry land
YSN the gang, swear I'm surfin' with my fans
Stickin' with his bands, Milles is the plan
And I'm ain't gon' stop 'til I feel them in my hand
I'm a foreign whip driver, thick b*t*h slider
Blue strip hotter, I don't get tired
Forgiato wheels fittin' snug inside of tires
Backwood full of Runtz and it got me higher

Say I just want some bands, Glizzy make him dance
Spin right 'round your block, we get it crackin', we got fans
Movin' 'round with zips and I'm not talkin' about my pants
Slide in the minis, now we in the Sprinter vans
Glock got head popped, we got one that top
Thick b*t*h, bed rock, I'ma give her c*ck
Pull up with them red dots and aim them at your top
We gon' get his head knocked, give him one shot

B*t*h, I'ma take a Xan' then get up in her pants
B*t*h, I'm high as f**k, I took a flight out to Japan
Rollie different colors, b*t*hes twerk while my diamonds dance
Baby, come on over, give a f**k 'bout your man
'Cause she a thotiana, give her Dolce & Gabbana
Pop 'em like a Perc' and we gon' leave 'em in a trauma
YSN the crew, swear, I put that on my mama
Tell 'em drop the addy if that n***a want some drama
Now watch 'em get hit with this llama
You know, we always causin' trauma
You know, we 'bout to start some drama
And yes, I need a foreign b*t*h
The bread is every dollar on my wrist
Aand I need some Forgiatos on this Benz when I whip
Don't you get to talkin' crazy to me, that is not your b*t*h
I'ma take her if I want her, I'ma pa** her to the clique
When I'm steppin' drip drop, always lookin' tip top
White girl off the powder and the other off the pink top
They rollin' up my Benjis and they snortin' off the sink top
But I don't even need them, I just want 'em for the quick top
On granny

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