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YGG CONFEDERATE (Explicit)歌词完整版
YGG CONFEDERATE (Explicit) - TQ
Lyrics by：Taquan Sims
Composed by：Dumas Harshaw
Dumas
Aye
Dumas
Dumas
YGG ****
This that 1687 ****
Y double G Confederate
Trap n***a for real you
Can tell from my rhetoric
Selling ****
I bought my first quarter ounce on Edison
Pop out with them clips and
Watch a n***a scene get edited
I wake up flame my medicine
We posted in them bandos
Make that pack disappear like magic
Orlando
I'm killing ****
Walking down these beats
**** around get stand over
Just make sure you over stand me
I need millions for my family
I had gram's inside of my Granny's
Now I'm trying to put some Grammy's
On that stand right next to Stanley
I'm so hot might have to fan me
I'm on fire and I keep a Danny
Ain't no trace up on this blammy
They say godd**n he got them bands
He raw as **** this rap my plan B
I don't dress **** like you n***as
All y'all walk around like clones
All I hear is off-white this
Amiri that and VLone
This expensive taste
This Kaliimarii
I'm rocking **** that I own
I don't know why you came
If you wasn't trying to ****
It's late as hell we grown
I remember back then they ain't believe in me
Now I got 'em singing my songs
I told OG JJC dead then
I ran it up off my phone
I got a front
Bro told me what he want
I told 'em n***a it's on
Ain't trying to punt
I thrive on taking them risk
I run this **** fourth and long
Fraud a*s n***a who you fooling
Faker than 'yo Jesus piece
Air Kiy's got like seven them
******* like three a piece
Bro just hit me like we hungry
**** it let me feed the streets
They need to eat
I need to eat
I hit Dumas I need some beats
My ***** a*s fat already she don't need no BBL
Smooth n***a don't disrespect me
Shoot that stick like Sam Cassell
Lamar Jackson in the field
Run through sacks like NFL
I said I was gone relax but
I got packs up in the mail
I got that strap up in my jacket
So don't ask if it's concealed
Just made a play I'm sipping 'Qua
We going cray DJ Durel
I ain't gone lie when I get high
The only time that I take L's
Trying to Pristine my wrist pull
Up in **** I can't even spell
Born and raised up on Luana
On my momma I can't change
Out the gate I told y'all
A*s I need a billion
**** the fame
Still that same little bad mother ******
Smoking w**d before the game
This that gang
Leaving out this ***** exactly how I came
This that 1687 ****
Y double G Confederate
Trap n***a for real you
Can tell from my rhetoric
Selling ****
I bought my first quarter ounce on Edison
Pop out with them clips and
Watch a n***a scene get edited
This that 1687 ****
Y double G Confederate
Trap n***a for real you
Can tell from my rhetoric
Selling ****
I bought my first quarter ounce on Edison
Pop out with them clips and watch
A n***a scene get edited
