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• Artiste: YFL Kelvin
• Titre: Still Wit It
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CashMoneyAP Ayy Yeah Ayy Youngin got a pole, he can't wait to go to school with it Tucked it in his coat, now he feel safe, he got a new glizzy Never stop clutchin', even when he had the crew kick it I know you hate this life I live, but fuck it, ma, I'm still rich 'Member I was fucked up, they ain't help me, now they want a favor Said she held me down when I looked up, that ho evaporated I can't really put my trust in people, only trust the paper Same ones that ask 'em for some change hate before I made it I guess the same prices that you paid when you bossed up Band count good, family good, nigga, boss up Shootin' myself but I got shooters that I call up I'm a fuckin' astronaut, that's why that bitch actin' starstruck I ain't Harden, nigga, but I'm really with it I ain't Glizzy Gang but I keep that glizzy, ayy I ain't with the cappin', you can lose your fitted Hanging with some shooters, we gon' bang the city Youngin got a pole, he can't wait to go to school with it Tucked it in his coat, now he feel safe, he got a new glizzy Never stop clutchin', even when he had the crew kick it I know you hate this life I live, but fuck it, ma, I'm still rich Youngin got a pole, he can't wait to go to school with it Tucked it in his coat, now he feel safe, he got a new glizzy Never stop clutchin', even when he had the crew kick it I know you hate this life I live, but fuck it, ma, I'm still rich Married to a nine millimeter, keep it tucked on me I just be protecting my Patek, keep 'bout a hundred on me Ain't no nigga 'bout to run up on me Lot of niggas, they be hatin' on me 'Specially when a nigga got the Rollie And when I got my racks up I be slidin' Hellcat, behind me got the black truck All these bitches wanna fuck with me, I got my status up Bad Asian bitch and money counter, count these rackies up These niggas pocket watchin', gotta keep it on my hip for sure I hang with bag chasers, poppin' rubber bands for sure I went from flockin' to gettin' 'bout twenty bands a show I be sippin' this codeine 'til a nigga can't more I ain't tryna die young so I gotta keep a cannon for sure Youngin got a pole, he can't wait to go to school with it Tucked it in his coat, now he feel safe, he got a new glizzy Never stop clutchin', even when he had the crew kick it I know you hate this life I live, but fuck it, ma, I'm still rich Youngin got a pole, he can't wait to go to school with it Tucked it in his coat, now he feel safe, he got a new glizzy Never stop clutchin', even when he had the crew kick it I know you hate this life I live, but fuck it, ma, I'm still rich