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Taking Over Video (MV)




Performed By: YCN
Language: English
Length: 3:08
Written by: Kleber Lopez




YCN - Taking Over Lyrics




Got me four whips but i only ride with one
Got me a coupe just to ride with my one
Went from classy to boss cause im gettin shit done
Got me both musketeer and the heaters you know how shit run

You a soft bitch you just like a honey bun
My bae be totin em k's and em guns
Me and shifu be sprayin the uzi for fun
Shifu the greatest he pull out the drum

Flow is the hardest he gettin shit done
When they see us best believe they gonna run

Bagguettes on my neck and bagguettes on my ear
Three bricks on the wraith the roof bright like a chandelier
The choppa be screaming in my ear i could barely hear
Im still a classy motha f*cka I'll get the musketeers

Got me my chips best believe they never go stale
Scrape a nigga head off look like howie mandel
Bought me Fendi, Givenchi, Chris Louboutin and Chanel
You niggas lie straight up to my face they thought i could never tell

Break a motha f*cka like a pretzel you aint hard
Bitch niggas cappin for the gram i should rob him charge him off his card

Hate a bitch nigga if he try me ima hurt em
Talk on me it dont matter but talk on we ima burn em

I pack me some punch and some juice
Sip out the bottle i still never lose
Thinkin bout the jewelry and the pockets it aint hard to choose
Got em .223's, got em tecs bitch i let it loose

We cruisin down yo block with them stickys
Yo bitch is all on me she givin me hickies

These diamonds dancin on my neck i love makin commas
You bitches aint shit y'all dont want the drama
Stomp on you niggas like some roaches im in my prada

Rolli on the wrist and louis on the waist
F*ck a nigga bitch, did it twice I'll say it to his face
Pole on my hip but believe i aint gon catch a case
Heavy artillery like a bat mobile im goin home with no trace

Got me four whips but i only ride with one
Got me a coupe just to ride with my one
Went from classy to boss cause im gettin shit done
Got me both musketeer and the heaters you know how shit run

You a soft bitch you just like a honey bun
My bae be totin em k's and em guns
Me and shifu be sprayin the uzi for fun
Shifu the greatest he pull out the drum

Flow is the hardest he gettin shit done
When they see us best believe they gonna run

I walk with god, got these christians kissin my feet
Accept deposits but i swear we ain't acceptin defeat
But gettin to it everyday im stackin every two weeks
I need a winter coat cause there aint no time to sleep

These niggas dressed like these bitches these niggas actin like em too
You niggas be fake so i gotta keep it true
I dont f*ck wit most of y'all, i only hang wit a few
Only hang wit some real ones they got the glizzy's got the .2's
They got the glizzy's got the .2's
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English

Got me four whips but i only ride with one
Got me a coupe just to ride with my one
Went from classy to boss cause im gettin shit done
Got me both musketeer and the heaters you know how shit run

You a soft bitch you just like a honey bun
My bae be totin em k's and em guns
Me and shifu be sprayin the uzi for fun
Shifu the greatest he pull out the drum

Flow is the hardest he gettin shit done
When they see us best believe they gonna run

Bagguettes on my neck and bagguettes on my ear
Three bricks on the wraith the roof bright like a chandelier
The choppa be screaming in my ear i could barely hear
Im still a classy motha f*cka I'll get the musketeers

Got me my chips best believe they never go stale
Scrape a nigga head off look like howie mandel
Bought me Fendi, Givenchi, Chris Louboutin and Chanel
You niggas lie straight up to my face they thought i could never tell

Break a motha f*cka like a pretzel you aint hard
Bitch niggas cappin for the gram i should rob him charge him off his card

Hate a bitch nigga if he try me ima hurt em
Talk on me it dont matter but talk on we ima burn em

I pack me some punch and some juice
Sip out the bottle i still never lose
Thinkin bout the jewelry and the pockets it aint hard to choose
Got em .223's, got em tecs bitch i let it loose

We cruisin down yo block with them stickys
Yo bitch is all on me she givin me hickies

These diamonds dancin on my neck i love makin commas
You bitches aint shit y'all dont want the drama
Stomp on you niggas like some roaches im in my prada

Rolli on the wrist and louis on the waist
F*ck a nigga bitch, did it twice I'll say it to his face
Pole on my hip but believe i aint gon catch a case
Heavy artillery like a bat mobile im goin home with no trace

Got me four whips but i only ride with one
Got me a coupe just to ride with my one
Went from classy to boss cause im gettin shit done
Got me both musketeer and the heaters you know how shit run

You a soft bitch you just like a honey bun
My bae be totin em k's and em guns
Me and shifu be sprayin the uzi for fun
Shifu the greatest he pull out the drum

Flow is the hardest he gettin shit done
When they see us best believe they gonna run

I walk with god, got these christians kissin my feet
Accept deposits but i swear we ain't acceptin defeat
But gettin to it everyday im stackin every two weeks
I need a winter coat cause there aint no time to sleep

These niggas dressed like these bitches these niggas actin like em too
You niggas be fake so i gotta keep it true
I dont f*ck wit most of y'all, i only hang wit a few
Only hang wit some real ones they got the glizzy's got the .2's
They got the glizzy's got the .2's
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Writer: Kleber Lopez
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