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Yung Berg - I'm On lyrics

They be like, he ain't dropped an album

In at least fo' years

How the fuck he in a beamer?

They be like, them jays dont drop

for another six months, how the fuck

this nigga got em?

You aint gotta lie, this shit doin numbers

all this good music in a Beamer coupe, summer

Aint worried bout nuthin'

Everything gucci

bitch aint fuckin, throw her ass out the Hummer

Shawty ass dumb, but my new bitch dumber

southside nigga i'ma keep it 300

Some say thots, some niggas say runners

Old fuck boys, y'all never had commas

Out in Tijuana might eat at Benihana

Fucking in the pool, then finish in the sauna

Hit maka nigga, hit maka nigga

(Welcome to my show)

Might see me with Rihanna



[Hook:]



Pull up to that club

Leave with 4 hoes in that 2 seater

Lap on lap on lap on lap

I call that racks on racks on racks

Tryna make it to the top

Start up from the bottom

Never going back, going back going back

Put it on momma

Dirty big baller

How we ball like that!



I feel like I'm home for the first time

Sitting on my throne for the first time

I tell ‘em meet me at the top

All these hits that we done dropped

Bitch i'm gunna get this money

If you like it, or not

I'm on! On, on!

I'm on! On, on!






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Yung Berg - I'm On lyrics