Ya Boy - ILL Lyrics

Motherfucker I’m ill
Look I got my wrist talking to her
She know the dumbest shit like manure
The homie ran through her
So I just wanna do her
She’d better hop on me
‘Cause I be damned if I pursue her
You noticed that I’d do her
I’ll fuck her like I knew her
I swear that bad bitches
Can’t get lower than the sewer
My name’s starting to buzz
And I ain’t gonna say I blew her
But now I’m in the game
Motherfucker, time to suit up
Falling like a quarterback
Cleaner than a golfer
Everything’s for sale, my nigger maker an offer
My name ring bells, bitch
You talking Quasimodo
Got 99 problems, I ain’t tripping off no hoe, though
They wanna take my photo
The Bentley is a photo
Slide up in your vision
Make you keep it in your …
All about my bill
And I’m dressed to kill
Brought ‘em off the cookie
The syrup and some pills
Motherfucker I’m ill
Look, my car pretty like a model
And all my hand guns filled with halo
All my bitches swallow
That money I’m gonna follow
Shop ahead and make that nigga spin no Cerato
Bitches we don’t buy those
Nigga we just try those
We them niggas on ridin’ in that no fly zone
Nigga don’t get fired on
You know you payin’ five lows
Or is Louie …
Nigga who you tryin’ to style on?
They don’t like that outbreak monkey
No movie I’ll be doing what the fuck I wanna do
Hoe sue me, the Gucci hold the …
I’m sipping down …
And all my bitches bad, brother
Their actions are unruly
That’s just how I feel
I’m the trillest of the trill
They should put me in a room
By myself, I’m too ill
Everything I do is for them hundred dollar bills
Off them prescription drugs and I need a refill
Motherfucker I’m ill

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