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Younginsosleaze - Tubi Lyrics

Tubi Lyrics[Intro: YounginSoSleaze]
(I get my plug from the narcos, the Mexicans)
I get my work from the narcos (Ayy, ayy)
All that fake actin' like he— that nigga should've played on—
Get off my— and talkin' 'bout what you gon'— yeah (Ayy)
Ayy
It's Sleaze, nigga (Yeah, yeah)
Ayy (Ayy, ayy)

[Verse 1: YounginSoSleaze]
All that fake actin' like you bad, nigga should've played on Tubi (Should've)
Get off my 'Gram talkin' 'bout how you gon' do me
Take ten out the bitch, now it's a dub in my Ksubis (Whole dub)
Knocked her for a fee, he wanna kill me 'bout some coochie (What?)
Bitch, if you broke, you gon' lose me (Lose me)
If you my brother, you my brother, just don't use mе (Yeah)
I don't even smokе, he gettin' rolled in this LooseLeaf (Roll him up)
He keep thinkin' he a dog, must mean Goofy
Wake up to the bands, it be a different type of feeling (Swear to God)
Like fuck love, money only thing that's healing (Money only thing)
I be playing with these thousands, but my mind on a million (Yeah)
These diamonds in my mouth be a different type of chilling (For real)
Don't come around me nervous, I'ma grab you (Yeah)
Bitch, if you broke, you a joke, I look past you (Who is you?)
You payin' or you not, bitch? I ain't finna harass you (Yeah)
Play sick on a broke bitch, I got cash flu
Glock full of bald-heads, call it Caillou (Bald-heads)
Got these niggas hidin' like they had a missin' side tooth (Where they at?)
You think you finna try me? Why would you try to? (You finna what?)
Put some tacos in his bell if he drive through (Bah, bah, bah)
Red bottoms on my bitch, yeah, she walk bloody (She walk bloody)
VVSs in my mouth, bitch, I talk money (I know you see it)
Ayy, if it ain't them bands, I ain't lost nothin' (I ain't lost shit)
Niggas turn to athletes when them sparks comin' (Outta here)

[Verse 2: Fay3hunnit]
The opps seen them College niggas, bitch, they ran from us (Yeah, they ran from us)
And if I got that blower on me, then I'm fannin' somethin' (Bah, bah)
Ayy, drop ten, fuck that, we drop thirty (Drop thirty)
Send shots, he in the game, I'm leavin' blood up on his jersey (Up on his jersey)
Hey, break a bitch for a dub, it's ten up in my mouth (In my mouth)
Ayy, hit that road for a bag or what you talking 'bout? (What you say?)
Ayy, Fay3, come correct 'cause, bitch, I need some pay (Need some pay)
And told that sucker don't get touched 'cause, yeah, I'm out that way (All we say)
Ayy, faceshot, a head-tap, we finna spin (We finna spin)
I told bro we finna slide, we took a trip and slid again (Slid again)
They tryna fade me, wanna shoot? Let's get it in (Let's get it in)
Free my dogs up in that county, out of state, up in that pen' (Free my dogs)
The suckers talkin' 'bout they drillin', but ain't pop shit (But ain't pop shit)
You better ask about the 3, we bendin' blocks, bitch (Bendin' blocks)
Top dog, these niggas hate up on the C (Up on the C)
I got game from my pops, that politics is for the streets (Bitch, it's Fay)

[Outro: Fay3hunnit]
That politics be for the streets
I said it's Fay, don't forget to add the 3
Ayy, free my niggas C and D on up
I'm on that College Street shit, you hear me? 3s