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Young Mob Ties - 5 STAR (feat. YMT JC & YMT Jacob) Lyrics
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Let's go
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
(Go, go, go)
I'm a multi-millionaire up in the making, that's my brand
I might fly out to Jamaica, f*ck a bitch, and catch a tan
I feel like I'm the one to make it out my city, balling like I'm D-Rose
I can't believe I touched a kilo, started off wit zero
Racks hanging out my pocket it look like a flag
Yeah that green what I'm repping, not a gang, but a bag
I got angels watching over me, the game is in my hands
Call that Palm Angels, yeah I mix it wit that Raff
I spent a dub up on her chest, I call her Wonder Woman
Trapping like I'm Gus, lawyer solid, ain't no Saul Goodman
N*ggas come and n*ggas go, they do not belong in my league
Who to trust I never know, they could all end up snaking me
I been riding with the stars but I ain't up in a Wraith
I been popping all these bars, man I feel like going insane (My head)
I'm booted up like batteries, feel like Double A (Double A)
I got two bitches coming over that's my kinda' double date (Aye, aye)
Bitches on my dick, and I don't even know what for
Is it money or the fame, either way she getting none
I ain't from that 5 star city, but I'm shooting like a bull
N*ggas sneak diss on my name, but when I pull up say we cool
She tryna tell me I'm the one, I say she tripping
He was boolin', now he crippled
My dawgs ate 'em like some kibble
And you say that you the one, best believe I don't believe you
And you got all of they trust, why you playin wit them people?
She don't put lips on my mouth
And I don't care bout what you found
And I ain't tripping with that money, I ain't never missing count
And I don't care bout what you saying, I ain't hearing what you bout
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Let's go
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
(Go, go, go)
I'm a multi-millionaire up in the making, that's my brand
I might fly out to Jamaica, f*ck a bitch, and catch a tan
I feel like I'm the one to make it out my city, balling like I'm D-Rose
I can't believe I touched a kilo, started off wit zero
Racks hanging out my pocket it look like a flag
Yeah that green what I'm repping, not a gang, but a bag
I got angels watching over me, the game is in my hands
Call that Palm Angels, yeah I mix it wit that Raff
I spent a dub up on her chest, I call her Wonder Woman
Trapping like I'm Gus, lawyer solid, ain't no Saul Goodman
N*ggas come and n*ggas go, they do not belong in my league
Who to trust I never know, they could all end up snaking me
I been riding with the stars but I ain't up in a Wraith
I been popping all these bars, man I feel like going insane (My head)
I'm booted up like batteries, feel like Double A (Double A)
I got two bitches coming over that's my kinda' double date (Aye, aye)
Bitches on my dick, and I don't even know what for
Is it money or the fame, either way she getting none
I ain't from that 5 star city, but I'm shooting like a bull
N*ggas sneak diss on my name, but when I pull up say we cool
She tryna tell me I'm the one, I say she tripping
He was boolin', now he crippled
My dawgs ate 'em like some kibble
And you say that you the one, best believe I don't believe you
And you got all of they trust, why you playin wit them people?
She don't put lips on my mouth
And I don't care bout what you found
And I ain't tripping with that money, I ain't never missing count
And I don't care bout what you saying, I ain't hearing what you bout
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Writer: Benji Ortega, Jacob Calderon, Jacob Garcia
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