Lyrics Trill Sammy – YSL

Driving with no seat belt, I skrt off V12
Only want the bag gas from the top shelf
Oh, and if that bitch bad I fuck her myself
Since I count up big bags, better YSL

All my air force 1s look like YSL
All my air force 1s look like YSL
All my air force 1s look like YSL
All my air force 1s look like YSL

Come threw on some air force 1s I fell like Nelly
Pull up on your bitch put dick in her belly
All this cash on me I just came here to spent in
She see hundreds on me, well look bitch I got plenty

Oh I know you feel it
Still up counting benjamins
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Double cup lean I’m sipping
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Fucking her on camera
No I got stamina
I might just run up a check
Bad model bitch I fuck her, forget
I don’t got time to roll it
I’m one of a ?
Paid come in, I got hit off
Jump in the coupe and take off

Driving with no seat belt, I skrt off V12
Only want the bag gas from the top shelf
Oh, and if that bitch bad I fuck her myself
Since I count up big bags, better YSL

All my air force 1s look like YSL

Bring the YSL
Double up on the scale
Pack on selling self
Bring the YSL
Double up on the scale
Pack on selling self

But these hundreds not count itself
Water on me like I’m Michael Phillips
When I’m in the deep end
Think I’m in too deep cause she want to be friends

Fuck her in the sweet, and have my shit my way
Ain’t not hotbox, drop the top off on the highway
And the coupe it park itself I’m in the driveway
This backwood ain’t spark itself, I’m about to fly away

Driving with no seat belt, I skrt off V12
Only want the bag gas from the top shelf
Oh, and if that bitch bad I fuck her myself
Since I count up big bags, better YSL

All my air force 1s look like YSL
All my air force 1s look like YSL
All my air force 1s look like YSL
All my air force 1s look like YSL