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lirik lagu ybs skola – meds

[intro: ybs skola]
king midas
streets so sad
ride around town, thinkin’ ’bout my homie
i need that bag
got that case a n-gga try to get up on me
stop draggin’ my swag
keep the campaign going, i deserve a trophy
long live up next
now i gotta do it all on my lonely

[chorus: ybs skola]
how they gon’ try to compare us? (how?)
i hang with ballers and players (style)
i could’ve been in the feds (gone)
if i wasn’t sitting on some bread (some bread)
but i’m in the house with the money piling (with the money)
come here, lil’ b-tch, give me head (give me head)
she huffin’ and puffin’ ’bout baby bottles (shut up)
baby, i need all my meds (yeah)
how they gon’ try to compare us? (yeah)
i hang with ballers and players (ball)
i could’ve been in the feds (mall)
if i wasn’t sitting on some bread (woo)
but i’m in the house with the money piling
come here, lil’ b-tch, give me head
she huffin’ and puffin’ ’bout baby bottles
but baby, i need all my meds
baby, i need all my meds
baby, i need all my meds
i’m in the house with the money piling
come here, lil’ b-tch, give me head
she huffin’ and puffin’ ’bout baby bottles
but baby, i need all my meds

[verse 1: ybs skola]
wipe off the whips with the rag (skrrt)
we got bikes we forgot in the shed (forgot)
pour up lean and i sip, i don’t share (lean)
fully loaded, i’m comin’ prepared (yeah)
you’d rather sit ’round and hate
but i’d rather go get to that bread (for sure)
you’d rather go on a date
i’d just rather count money instead (count dough)
how you don’t know what to wear? (how?)
i like for n-ggas to stare (stare)
how her -ss touching her hair? (wow)
but i do not like to share (nah)
we walk around at the fair (yeah)
n-ggas is turnin’ they heads (yeah)
can’t wait to get in the crib (crib)
why i thank god in the benz

[chorus: ybs skola]
how they gon’ try to compare us? (how?)
i hang with ballers and players (ball)
i could’ve been in the feds (mall)
if i wasn’t sitting on some bread (woo)
but i’m in the house with the money piling
come here, lil’ b-tch, give me head
she huffin’ and puffin’ ’bout baby bottles
but baby, i need all my meds
baby, i need all my meds
baby, i need all my meds
i’m in the house with the money piling
come here, lil’ b-tch, give me head
she huffin’ and puffin’ ’bout baby bottles
but baby, i need all my meds

[verse 2: lil skies]
baby i need all my meds
got blue hundreds, i’m stacking this bread (cash)
all this drank, got me wakin’ up late (up late)
i got thirty racks stashed by the bed (bed)
your girlfriend wanna go on a date (a date)
we in traffic, she givin’ me head (me head)
i’m a boss, i put you in your place (your place)
better watch what you say, i ain’t playin’ (i ain’t playin’)
you my brother, i ride for my mans (my mans)
you stayed down and you stuck to the plan (the plan)
i got you when you stuck in a jam (a jam)
ride or die when it comes to the fam (fam)
takin’ pictures, i shine when the lights off
she wanna know what my chain cost
vvs t–th when i floss
takin’ wins, can’t take a loss
all this money, probably need a vault
you doin’ bad and it’s not my fault
they hatin’ on you when you do good
i’m doing me, just as i should
i really wish a p-ssy n-gga would
me and skola, we in your hood
double cup and a backwood
we live a life that you wish you could

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