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• Artiste: Ybs Skola
• Titre: I'm Da Man
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Yeah, yeah, woah Xavier Gordon Yeah, yeah, shit, nigga, woah I know you wanna be me 'cause I make that shit look easy Swaggin' Saint Laurent, swag Yeezy Puttin' on so hard for ED, woo Way before I even was rappin' Ask about me, I was trappin' Skola know how make it happen Get them things, go quick and fast Before I even thought about a booth, I had a bag I still be in the field with that tre-fifty-seven mag All the oldheads 'round my way say I remind 'em of my dad Last night counted a hundred cash and I don't mean to brag (Hundred bands, bitch) I'm last of a dying breed, can't find this swag nowhere you go Five thousand on a 'fit, don't even got nowhere to go I'm super clean at every show Pull up, tell kid go grab the door Yeah, we need that backend We ain't forget, y'all owe some more My kind is extinct, I'm so full of Easter pink I remember when I was fucked up, wash my clothes straight in the sink I don't come loud in there, you better ask, ain't none of my niggas sweet You get straight with that .40 'fore your ass can even blink (Boom, boom) I'm the man now, I'm playin' with them bands now (Charge) Twenty thou' a week, I can't put them yams down (Banger) I don't fuck with none of these rappers, they some damn clowns (Lame) It's still the same round, YBS until I'm down (Shinners) I came so far from stashin' my pills behind that bar And chasing down every car that I thought was gon' cop I'm a star now, niggas hatin' 'cause I'm on top I got bands now, I can hit that dealer, straight cop I know you wanna be me 'cause I make that shit look easy Swaggin' Saint Laurent, swag Yeezy Puttin' on so hard for ED, woo Way before I even was rappin' Ask about me, I was trappin' Skola know how make it happen Get them things, go quick and fast Before I even thought about a booth, I had a bag I still be in the field with that tre-fifty-seven mag All the oldheads 'round my way say I remind 'em of my dad Last night counted a hundred cash and I don't mean to brag (Hundred bands, bitch) I'm the man now, I'm playin' with them bands now Twenty thou' a week, I can't put them yams down I don't fuck with none of these rappers, they some damn clowns It's still the same round, YBS until I'm down