I love you (Ily)

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Yung Brizzy

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(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
She love me
Im at the top and no one above me
I got my Glock, I hop you don't bump me
You gon' get popped if you in
Puttin' in work, I gotta get it in
Fat clip in the Glock, barely can fit it in
Sittin' alone and i'm counting my dividends

Imma run on the plug if i got my blick within
They stay up to something, pop his noggy like a pumpkin
Pop him a perc to get lit at the function
Aye, she said "Boy what you doin" and I told her "Just nothing"
When i'm really i'm working
I'm getting on my bag
Hop off the Jet and get hit with the lag
Beam on the Glock, no laser tag
She sucking on dick and I hope she don't gag
You counting them bands, I been of had that
I see something I want it, I been of snatched that
Like what is he doing, he wearing a snapback
If I pull on your shawty then i'm getting her Snapchat
(Nobody use that)
Wait damn, who the f*ck is using that
No one, where is your gun and where is your ruler at
Shit heating up imma need me a cool lil check
(Fa)
(Fa, Fa, Fa, Fa)
Damn dramatic pause
I got yo shawty, her nails look like claws
I'm off a xanny, i'm 'bout to fall
She took off her panties like "I got it all"
(F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck)
That was so random
Hop in a ghost and I hop in a Phantom
She hitting my phone like "Boy you so handsome"
She sing all my songs, just like an anthem
F*ck all these niggas, need me for ransom
I'm too good at hooping bitch I got an and one
Aye, I f*ck on that ho then i'm done
I-Im upping my gun, Imma just take off and run
You say you got bands but you got none, like stop all that capping and shit
(For-real)
You know, I be doing rapping and shit
She know, she just be clapping and shit
Nah and i'm not talking hands
If he talking shit he get slapped with a band
Instead of my gun, I keep that shit all in my pants
One bad bitch and she from the woods
Two bad bitches rolling a wood
They don't understand cause i'm misunderstood
We fucking and shit and you wish that you could
(You wish that you could)

She love me
Im at the top and no one above me
I got my Glock, I hop you don't bump me
You gon' get popped if you in
Puttin' in work, I gotta get it in
Fat clip in the Glock, barely can fit it in
Sittin' alone and i'm counting my dividends
(Yeah, i'm counting my, counting my, adding my dividends)

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