Songtexte Go - SAM

Yeah!
Yeah! (Goooo)
Yeah!
Yea!!!!!!
Yea!
Yea!
YL Baby
(Gooooo!)
Let me in the game coach
You know the can't guard me
& I go track for track
So tell them boys don't start me
Aye Jb pass the grabba leaf
I'm bout to roll up some Marley's
He said that he gone ride
Like a Harley; Nigga hardly
We're not tied in
So I won't cap I'm sorry
Why she keep shaking that shit
For YL in the party?
She the type of chick
To have a youngin on Maury
They looking for YL
But they can't find me
Like Dory
I might be out in Trinidad
Eating phlourie
They left his face smushed
Up on the ground
It was gory
My youngin not thinking straight
He wanna cop him a 40
(Hell naw young you tripping)
Can you switch the topic
& Stop the capping in your raps
Niggas think they on shit
But whole time they on dick (daaaaak)
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I put it on my back
He be in that charger
But flexing like it's a scat
I feel like Ray Lewis
I gotta go a chase a sack
& Ima keep going hard
Until I'm posted on the map
YL keep rolling
Until the wheels go flat
I been a team player
But these niggas all jack
& When I'm rolling up
You bet not touch my pack
I got vet lungs
You take a puff you gone collapse
I need to cut ties
But I might double back
(Yeah! It's YL Baby)
If I double back
You know that shit ain't bout nothing
She said get her some liquor
But I'm not Mclovin
You said you sip Wok
But I know it's Robitussin
(Gooo)
YL never die L's
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YL Baby
(Ugh Ugh)Yeah!