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YBN Shit - YBN Nahmir (Ft. Almighty Jay)
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YBN Shit YBN Nahmir (Ft. Almighty Jay)

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YBN Shit - YBN Nahmir (Ft. Almighty Jay)
[Verse 1: YBN Nahmir]
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 fucking 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 nigga disrespect, brother he gon' spank him
And I ain't playing with these niggas, leave a nigga dangerous
Stitched lips, be quiеt, don't say shit (YBN)
Stick together, that's how my little niggas madе it
And I ain't fucking with no bitch if she basic
She ain't fucking for the free, this a fee for this famed dick
Fuck

[Verse 2: YBN Almighty Jay]
(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 bitches wanna fuck (Fuck)
Back then they didn't wanna talk (Didn't wanna talk)
Them bitches mad and broke (Broke)
Huh, my bitch a boss (A boss)
Huh, she get the guap (She get the guap)
Yeah, she get the mula (She get the racks)
Your bitch 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 bitch to go shoppin' (Bitch)
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 niggas 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 (Bitch)
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