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Malibu - Yg Lyrics

By: Admin | Artist: Y yg | Published: 2024-30-09T09:36:03:00+07:00

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[chorus: yg]
ferrari cost six hundred thousand, stop playin’ with me
hundreds with the blue faces, feelin’ nipsey
louis v briefcases, gettin’ tipsy
keep it with me, it’s a murder if a n*gga tempt me
the streets talkin’, you n*ggas know what it do

i be ducked off, i ain’t got nothin’ to prove
i’m in malibu with a n*gga boo

[verse 1: yg]
i start a lot of sh*t ’cause i’m a sh*t talker
found out i f*cked his b*tch ’cause he a stalker
she drink cum like it’s water
bad b*tch, ass fatter than ms. parker
maybachs back to back when i’m pullin’ up
paranoid as f*ck with the fully tucked
actin’ like he don’t bleed, oh, you tough?
like stuntmans can’t die doin’ stunts
trunk in the front, it’s a foreign
after the s*x, the b*tch borin’
run up a check, i’m goin’ tourin’
in my mansion, i got marble floorin’
f8 spider not your average coupe
i drop the top and throw up the whoop
big dog, i’m the blood snoop
message to the opps, n*gga, f*ck you
[chorus: yg & tee grizzley]
ferrari cost six hundred thousand, stop playin’ with me
hundreds with the blue faces, feelin’ nipsey
louis v briefcases, gettin’ tipsy
keep it with me, it’s a murder if a n*gga tempt me
the streets talkin’, you n*ggas know what it do (n*ggas know what’s up)
with some money, i could never imagine you (broke*ass n*gga)
i be ducked off, i ain’t got nothin’ to prove (at all)
i’m in malibu with a n*gga boo (let’s get it)

[verse 2: tee grizzley]
don’t come to me ’bout no lil’ sh*t, i get m’s, n*gga (don’t do that)
ice water on me, lonely as slim, n*gga (real n*gga)
you in your feelings ’bout a b*tch, you a b*tch, n*gga (you a ho)
i’m from that city where we hustle ’til we rich, n*gga (detroit)
i ain’t talkin’ seatbelts when i say we ridin’ strapped
lil’ bro ain’t no producer, but can hit you with them packs
treat my n*ggas like my brothers, have my front, i got your back
best prices and quality, f*ck with us or go get taxed (get with us)
we don’t want no smoke, we just want more money (just want more cheese)
i call the whip yg ’cause it was four hundred (4hunnid)
ayy, let them n*ggas have the ‘net, man, they ain’t know nothin’
we control the city, we touch down, it be like homecomin’ (oh yeah)
blue hundreds, but it’s blood money, call him rich red (blood)
step on n*ggas’ heads, all that politickin’ sh*t dead
one day in your city, do a show, then break your b*tch bed
was full of mouth, got his ass popped, now he full of meds
[chorus: yg, tee grizzley, yg & g herbo, g herbo]
ferrari cost six hundred thousand, stop playin’ with me (stop playin’ with me)
hundreds with the blue faces, feelin’ nipsey
louis v briefcases, gettin’ tipsy
keep it with me, it’s a murder if a n*gga tempt me
the streets talkin’, you n*ggas know what it do
with some money, i could never imagine you
i be ducked off, i ain’t got nothin’ to prove
i’m in malibu with a n*gga boo (ayy)

[verse 3: g herbo]
five summers straight, flipped ten foreigns
i’m still in bel air totin’ big guns
hoppin’ on flights like i’m on the run
strip clubs every night ’cause that sh*t fun
see me blowin’ through the light, bust a sharp right
two*door matte black like the dark knight
i pull up, gat sprayin’, i ain’t batman
yellow diamonds, give me head, ms. pac*man (ayy)
trap n*ggas send the bucks when the pack land
spent enough, now she wanna f*ck for the bands
white friend wanna f*ck me with her black friend
and these hoes can’t believe what’s the backend
get the backend, got ’em clappin’ in the stands
i just pray to god i don’t gotta clap again
posted on the ‘gram, now i gotta wrap the benz
couple more years, i won’t have to rap again
[chorus: yg]
ferrari cost six hundred thousand, stop playin’ with me
hundreds with the blue faces, feelin’ nipsey
louis v briefcases, gettin’ tipsy
keep it with me, it’s a murder if a n*gga tempt me
the streets talkin’, you n*ggas know what it do
with some money, i could never imagine you
i be ducked off, i ain’t got nothin’ to prove
i’m in malibu with a n*gga boo

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