Yves Saint Laurent (feat. Dolly) - Nosgov

Who is this nigga from back in the day Recognise me but I dont know his face He told you we cool I dont know what to say I dont, I dont Me with the O ion know you had all Claiming on someone so I'm not involved Don't ask me about shawty cause i know im out Who is this nigga from back in the day Recognise me but I dont know his face He told you we cool I dont know what to say I dont, I dont I know myself and I know what i want October baby you know what I'm on YSL baby I'm Yves slatt Laurent, ay, woah Northside rider, dm slider, family and friends provider (what) Yes I'm him that ass too slim I need that shit a lil wider (what) I'm with the o's and I'm with the crows I'm with the real king spider (what) Gang too riled up, I'm too fired up She let me fuck in Delilah (what)

Tell me something, are you feeling the way I? Tell me something, are you feeling the way I? I can't say that I'm feeling just fine I can't say that I'm feeling just fine Tell me something, are you feeling the way I? Tell me something, are you feeling the way I? I can't say that I'm feeling just fine I can't say that I'm feeling just fine What you say, what you say, oh I can never sleep, I dream of days in the Tesla And I need another way, yeah I can feel my body coming down with the pavement And the blood is on my face, yeah And I don't know what to say, yeah Babe, you looking good with your makeup I can feel something in my brain when we break up Counting money that I spent Remember I was paying for the rent? Mama told never should I tear up Maybe if I never took the pills, I'll be okay, yeah But your face is like a Saint Yves Laurent, I gotta say Babe, you looking good with your makeup I can feel something in my brain when we break up Tell me something, are you feeling the way I? Tell me something, are you feeling the way I? I can't say that I'm feeling just fine I can't say that I'm feeling just fine Tell me something, are you feeling the way I? Tell me something, are you feeling the way I? I can't say that I'm feeling just fine I can't say that I'm feeling just fine I love you like I love you like I love you like I love you like I love you like I love you like Tell me something, are you feeling the way I? Tell me something, are you feeling the way I? I can't say that I'm feeling just fine I can't say that I'm feeling just fine Tell me something, are you feeling the way I? Tell me something, are you feeling the way I? I can't say that I'm feeling just fine I can't say that I'm feeling just fine What you say, what you say, oh I can never sleep, I dream of days in the Tesla And I need another way, yeah I can feel my body coming down with the pavement And the blood is on my face, yeah And I don't know what to say, yeah Babe, you looking good with your makeup I can feel something in my brain when we break up

Murillo e LT Yeah Yeah, yeah Yves Saint Laurent Acelerando, eu tô dentro da Macan Pingente brilha como fosse um talismã Fumando erva, terror tipo Talibã, yeah Traz Backwood de morango Que eu tô chapando vendo essa puta dançar Se eu te chamo, eu sei que não vai recusar Qualquer momento, qualquer hora e lugar Ela me encontra na minha base pra sentar Essa malvada não é de negar prazer Ela só me liga de dia, de noite Quando já tá doce, pronta pra foder (oi, vida) Depois de hoje não vai me esquecer Só não fica ligando, me enchendo o saco Tenho mais coisa pra fazer Drogas na maleta, veio da França e pra cá Dentro da gaveta, eu não posso revelar Que tem, que mal que tem em transar? Todas da cidade, mas não dá pra comparar Não precisam saber que cê ama me dar Hoje trouxe prazer e Louis V de 100k Yves Saint Laurent Acelerando, eu tô dentro da Macan Pingente brilha como fosse um talismã Fumando erva, terror tipo Talibã Yeah, yeah Yves Saint Laurent Acelerando, eu tô dentro da Macan Pingente brilha como fosse um talismã Fumando erva, terror tipo Talibã, yeah Traz Backwood de morango Acelerando, fodendo e fumando E ela me mamando Coisa que eu quero, ela sabe que eu mando Nós que tá no comando Ela quer bala pra ficar acordada Dois gole no whisky, quer ficar pelada Desce uma vez, sobe uma vez, rebola uma vez Ela quer tá comigo, gosta de correr perigo Então vai correr também Me diz que mal tem se nós mantém Só me faz um favor, sem emoção Que nós não se envolve com ninguém Yves Saint Laurent Acelerando, eu tô dentro da Macan Pingente brilha como fosse um talismã Fumando erva, terror tipo Talibã Yeah, yeah Yves Saint Laurent Acelerando, eu tô dentro da Macan Pingente brilha como fosse um talismã Fumando erva, terror tipo Talibã Yeah

Ghosty Gang, gang, gang Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Grrt Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah Gang I'm the collector (said that) They ain't give me my credit, so I'm takin' extra (extra) He on a stretcher (he on a) Open his noggin, it's squirtin' like ketchup (ketchup) Caught him at Checkers Brodie gone line up for bands like Lester I ain't no wrestler (gang, gang, gang) Aimin' for brains, māthā fiesta (māthā) Suffocate him, stuffin' his face in a zip rack (gang, gang, gang) Tummy shot, they had to staple that shit back (skrrt-skrrt) Treesh, she gone bend down, let me hit that Flee, takin' no check, I'ma dig that (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt) Opps out, shoot up the block with a four (grrah-grrah) Baba strip from the top to your toes Bend down we killed a opp in this hoe (gang, gang) Backed out, he seen the chop and he froze Youngest in charge They say 22 the G.O.A.T. (skrrt-skrrt) I got his treesh Drivin' the boat Aimin' for melons Keep the blick in the coat (gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang) Heard he got smacked He don't want smoke (bah, bah, bah, bah, bah) New drip (new drip) Your fit where we empty them clips at Cool kit (bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah) We shot through his ribs and his six pack (gang, gang) Big Rug' can fit in my pocket (big Rug') Two shooters, same names, same noggins (same names) Switch lanes, too famous for stoppin' Swervin' through traffic, they lackin' we got 'em (got 'em) Blue tips, green tips for the switch up Chest shot, leg shot, can't get up Stomach shot, gooey sauce, he gaspin' Bullets gonna shatter his bone like a mirror We spinnin' in threes, we can split up Dumped in the trunk, leave him slumped in a river .40 Cal with a stick for the stick up Gloves on my hands and I'm not with the slip-ups (at all) I got the keys (I got the keys) Blue Ridge, Balenci', the locksmith Masked up for deposits and flockings Spot him, chop him, up get to dividin' Been gettin' bands like Michael Wear the wrong color on that block I'ma snipe you Big knocks, homie won't fight you Kill him in traffic and take the red light too (skrrt) I ain't really worried, I be posted 30 the clip, bullets miss when I load it I just might up it in public Shoot at the witnesses, skip the discussions Folks on a mission (Folk) Chris in the cut he gonna shoot with precision Up the passion, the flock and the Smith & This car too hot, it's a risk if you in it My shooter he get anti-social Drum on the Glock and it's beatin' like Pro-Tools (flock, flock) Play with my bread, I'ma toast you Bustin' these plays and rememberin' socials Soap Gang, flockin' Adidas Do you got a Chevy? If not I don't need her I got a vibe, a lil' treesha I call up 22, "She comin' to eat up" Treesh drink Henny by the liter He called the stop, I call matha 'quafina I got the streets from the Nina She put this blick in her throat like a leaf After she done gotta leave I gotta pick up the drop for a D Now shit can get sticky nigga with these Blixky niggas If he runnin' we gon' flock him down I can send Ramu to shoot him, he flockin' be warned Don't stop 'til an opp on the ground (gang) I'm the collector (said that) They ain't give me my credit, so I'm takin' extra (extra) He on a stretcher (he on a) Open his noggin, it's squirtin' like ketchup (ketchup) Caught him at Checkers Brodie gone line up for bands like Lester I ain't no wrestler (gang, gang, gang) Aimin' for brains, māthā fiesta (māthā) I'm the collector (said that) They ain't give me my credit, so I'm takin' extra (extra) He on a stretcher (he on a) Open his noggin, it's squirtin' like ketchup (ketchup) Caught him at Checkers Brodie gone line up for bands like Lester I ain't no wrestler (gang, gang, gang) Aimin' for brains, māthā fiesta (māthā) Gang, gang, gang The Blixky, the Blixky, the Blixky Ghosty

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