YourLostBoys – YE$$IR/STATIC
Genre R&B Rap, Rap

LYRIC
YE$$IR/STATIC

YE$$IR/STATIC lyrics

Chrous

Yessir Yessir Yessir Yessir
4th quarter make or miss I want all the pressure
I’m too loyal for my own good I had to next her
27 problems and they’re sitting on my dresser
Yessir Yessir Yessir Yessir
Had to cut the sleeves off that bitch I couldn't sweat her
Dry snitching on the boy leave em in the desert
I‘ve been bending so much corners probably why my neck hurt

Verse

Drop my past I’m a better man
Yea I’m just being honest
Hated on by meny mеn
I might put 50 in it
God took you he had better plans
Would havе gave this all up just to see you again
Make it make sense
Fucked up our plans
Once you pull that card I can't trust you again
Moral to the story I can't trust in romance
Devil want to bargin I ain't showing my hands
[Yeah
Gotta stick to the plan
Without your motivation shit we ain't have a chance
I put my hands up just to see you again
Gotta run these bands up till i see you again

Chrous

Yessir Yessir Yessir Yessir
4th quarter make or miss I want all the pressure
I’m too loyal for my own good I had to next her
27 problems and they’re sitting on my dresser
Yessir Yessir Yessir Yessir
Had to cut the sleeves off that bitch I couldn't sweat her
Dry snitching on the boy leave em in the desert
I‘ve been bending so much corners probably why my neck hurt
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[STATIC]

Chorus

They don’t really want no static Yeah
I was passing off dimes like Magic Yeah
Nigga fuck around with me it end up tragic Yeah
[Inaudible …….. like Bradley Yeah
I pull up man this shit can get graphic Yeah
I ain’t even that violent just passionate
And the family come first I’m tatted Yeah
[And the family come first I’m tatted Yeah Yeah]

I get the money of course
Tell that bitch take off her shorts
She let me hit in the Porsche
Then I said mission abort
Ain’t no more slacking no more
Till I’m sitting on a beach I'm sure
I’m trying to live my life out large
I gotta run this shit up like Forrest

Verse

Hop in a foreign whip no more drama love
Hop out and jump in that’s a double dutch
Niggas be riding waves but i had enough
I flew her out of the country
I got a blue print
Figure it out till my figures up
Play with the fam till we really up
Don’t know too many could drip with us

Tell me about all that WAP
I got the drop on the drop
Move so fast I’m stuck in my ways
Lying ass bitch gonna take it to the grave
Never catch me lacking
I’m about that action
I’ve been thinking the money and the passion
Walking on the green man I’m feeling like a patient
My pockets fill up just like Madea
Dive in that trunk everytime that I see her
I got them Franklins I feel like Aretha
Nigga try me send his ass to the reaper [Huh
You don’t want smoke that’s a bad idea
Before she take my phone see them texts I delete it
Told ya ass once I ain’t gone repeat it
Tell her ass like Mike Jack you can go head Beat it

Chorus

They don’t really want no static Yeah
I was passing off dimes like Magic Yeah
Nigga fuck around with me it end up tragic Yeah
[Inaudible …….. like Bradley Yeah
I pull up man this shit can get graphic Yeah
I ain’t even that violent just passionate
And the family come first I’m tatted Yeah
[And the family come first I’m tatted Yeah Yeah]

I get the money of course
Tell that bitch take off her shorts
She let me hit in the Porsche
Then I said mission abort
Ain’t no more slacking no more
Till I’m sitting on a beach I'm sure
I’m trying to live my life out large
I gotta run this shit up like Forrest [Yeah]

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