Warhol.SS, Trippie Redd - YSL lyrics
[Warhol.SS, Trippie Redd - YSL lyrics]
Stepping up in YSL just like I'm Thugger
Let me tell my brother, ain't no
Ain't no undercover (Are you ready, kids?)
Ooh, YSL just like I'm Thugger, ooh, Thugger
If he touch my brother
If he touch my brother ayy, ayy, uh
Steppin' up in YSL just like I'm Thugger
1400 choppers if you touch my brother
Speed up on the ho
It's rush hour just like Chris Tucker
Pussy nigga he's too sweet we
Call that boy a sucker
We call that boy a sucker (Pussy)
Uh, fuck your bitch I take
Her down like Brian Pumper
Pray that nigga bulletproof
My shawty got the pump
Ayy, that ho ain't my type, boy
I can't even fuck her i can't even fuck her
If you up it, better bust it
I been counting guap, pussy boy
That ain't nothing
Ayy, ayy, ooh, I swear that it ain't nothing
Ayy
Yeah, it ain't nothing to be stunting, ayy
Ooh swear these niggas undercover
(Undercover, damn)
I just want my guap, my cheese and butter
(My cheese and butter)
Screaming RIP my brother
I fucked your bitch last night
Think I love her
Yeah, and I swear these niggas suckers
(Oh yeah)
Acting like my diamonds all in clusters
If your bitch come through know
That I bust her (Bust down)
Rolex on my wrist know that I bust it
(Bust down)
And your bitch pussy wide open, ayy
Yeah, I caught the head, I was wide open, ayy
Hail Mary, bitch, I'm wide open
Talk down, I bust your
Head, bitch, wide open, yeah
(Are you ready, kids?)
Steppin' up in YSL just like I'm Thugger
1400 choppas if you touch my brother
Speed up on the ho
It's Rush Hour just like Chris Tucker
Pussy nigga he's too sweet we
Call that boy a sucker
We call that boy a sucker
Uh, fuck your bitch I take
Her down like Brian Pumper
Pray that nigga bulletproof my
Shawty got the pump
That ho ain't my type, boy
I can't even fuck her i can't even fuck her
Steppin' up in YSL just like I'm Thugger
1400 choppas if you touch my brother
Speed up on the ho
It's Rush Hour just like Chris Tucker
Pussy nigga he's too sweet we
Call that boy a sucker
We call that boy a sucker
Uh, fuck your bitch I take
Her down like Brian Pumper
Pray that nigga bulletproof my
Shawty got the pump
That ho ain't my type, boy
I can't even fuck her i can't even fuck her
Let me tell my brother, ain't no
Ain't no undercover (Are you ready, kids?)
Ooh, YSL just like I'm Thugger, ooh, Thugger
If he touch my brother
If he touch my brother ayy, ayy, uh
Steppin' up in YSL just like I'm Thugger
1400 choppers if you touch my brother
Speed up on the ho
It's rush hour just like Chris Tucker
Pussy nigga he's too sweet we
Call that boy a sucker
We call that boy a sucker (Pussy)
Uh, fuck your bitch I take
Her down like Brian Pumper
Pray that nigga bulletproof
My shawty got the pump
Ayy, that ho ain't my type, boy
I can't even fuck her i can't even fuck her
If you up it, better bust it
I been counting guap, pussy boy
That ain't nothing
Ayy, ayy, ooh, I swear that it ain't nothing
Ayy
Yeah, it ain't nothing to be stunting, ayy
Ooh swear these niggas undercover
(Undercover, damn)
I just want my guap, my cheese and butter
(My cheese and butter)
Screaming RIP my brother
I fucked your bitch last night
Think I love her
Yeah, and I swear these niggas suckers
(Oh yeah)
Acting like my diamonds all in clusters
If your bitch come through know
That I bust her (Bust down)
Rolex on my wrist know that I bust it
(Bust down)
And your bitch pussy wide open, ayy
Yeah, I caught the head, I was wide open, ayy
Hail Mary, bitch, I'm wide open
Talk down, I bust your
Head, bitch, wide open, yeah
(Are you ready, kids?)
Steppin' up in YSL just like I'm Thugger
1400 choppas if you touch my brother
Speed up on the ho
It's Rush Hour just like Chris Tucker
Pussy nigga he's too sweet we
Call that boy a sucker
We call that boy a sucker
Uh, fuck your bitch I take
Her down like Brian Pumper
Pray that nigga bulletproof my
Shawty got the pump
That ho ain't my type, boy
I can't even fuck her i can't even fuck her
Steppin' up in YSL just like I'm Thugger
1400 choppas if you touch my brother
Speed up on the ho
It's Rush Hour just like Chris Tucker
Pussy nigga he's too sweet we
Call that boy a sucker
We call that boy a sucker
Uh, fuck your bitch I take
Her down like Brian Pumper
Pray that nigga bulletproof my
Shawty got the pump
That ho ain't my type, boy
I can't even fuck her i can't even fuck her
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