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YB Redencion

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I'm trying to take you back to my crib...
I'm trying to see who you in love with
I'm trying to take you back to my crib
I'm trying to see who you in love with
She said she hate me, I'm the only one she f*ck with
This shorty on her knees, but you know she ain't praying
I know my music be the only thing she playing. (The only thing she playing)
I got my money right, Yeah you know what I'm saying
I'm trying to take you back to my crib
I'm trying to see who you in love with
She said she hate me, I'm the only one she f*ck with
This shorty on her knees, but you know she ain't praying
I know my music be the only thing she playing. (The only thing she playing)
I got my money right, Yeah you know what I'm saying
I told myself I want it so I went and copped it
Said you gone pull up but I really fucken doubt it (I doubt it)
This the life we living, Now we really got it. (Got it)
All that typing all that keyboard ain't gone stop shit
I push up on your block and swerve with some hot shit
I got them scared mask on, They moving cautious
Big ol Dracos, Big ol sticks
Like an auction
Sold your head a day ago we about to off it
Watch your mouth, Keep it closed with all that talking
No tolerance for disrespect we really want it
All that barking cross the fence
Gone get you stomped in
We moving quickly all you n*ggas getting nauseous
That shorty texting her friend said "Lets go hop in"
Say, YB Redencion really on some hot shit!
I got some top from your girl, all in my office
You know she gave me that brain, feel like the smartest
Man I'm the youngest and the hardest
And we ain't flipping no packs. We get it started!
Gone send them goons to your street
They go retarded
Your shorty all on my meat
She wont get off it
Now let me talk my shit
Getting money selling shows and now she on my dick
What the f*ck I'm spose to do if I don't make it past the odds?
Yeah I'm stacking all this paper you would think I had a job
Getting money getting bitches yeah we flexing all these cars
I remember as a Jit I always knew id be a star
Now we whipping in the foreign's and you know we going far
When I hop up on a beat
Man you just know I'm going hard
Why you playing?
Why you playing like that?
Man she just see I'm getting money so she playing like that
But ill still hit it from the back cause I'm a player like that
You know I made her touch her toes
You know she doing her dance
She fucking with me cause I got all the bands
(Got all the bands!)
Like "Redencion, Oh my god you the man!"
I got the all designer clothes man you just know she a fan.
Balenciagas on my feet
Man I be dripping head to toe
And if you just going to play me
Then walk out the fuckin door
And you know I'm living right
Can give a f*ck about a hoe
(Can give a f*ck about a hoe!)
I'm trying to take you back to my crib
I'm trying to see who you in love with
She said she hate me, I'm the only one she f*ck with
This shorty on her knees, but you know she ain't praying
I know my music be the only thing she playing. (The only thing she playing)
I got my money right, Yeah you know what I'm saying.
(Yeah you know what I'm saying)
I'm trying to take you back to my crib
I'm trying to see who you in love with
She said she hate me, I'm the only one she f*ck with
This shorty on her knees, but you know she ain't praying
I know my music be the only thing she playing. (The only thing she playing)
I got my money right, Yeah you know what I'm saying
I got my money right, Yeah you know what I'm saying
(You know what I'm saying!)

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