Five million for my album, that's an easy bank. Different type of flex I don't need more cars (slidin'). I don't know where the f*ck his mind went. I stay with my fire, I'ma cause hell. I said, "Herm, pull on side on that bitch". Just light, and they got the top down. Caught that nigga fumbling then they did him bad (bad, bad).
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I just gotta handle with time. Them bitch-ass niggas was playin' games from the jump. I'm straight from the gutta, go to war with my brothers (mm-hmm). We gon' see what the smoke say. The music video that accompanies the song also matches this energy and it's clear that YoungBoy means business. Them gangbangers ain't comin' home.
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Todo mundo colocando merda que poderia me colocar em uma gaiola. Talk your shit, you gon' lose your life the same day I meet you. Told you my son'll stay with 'em. Pussy ass nigga ain't safe, gon' get his head blown. How I'm 'pose to trust 'em when they competin' with each other. Go, now I can't be saved. Some loyalty, ain't that lit? I really got feelings, you see without science. Ridin' 'round at the double risk. I bet my last track probably gave you lockjaw, hey, Lilkdubb). Lyrical Analysis for Murder dance Remix - NBA Youngboy. Said you need a thousand for that bezel. Cara, foda-se a mídia, como diabos vocês ficam caluniando meu nome, eu tenho 18 anos. They don't weigh the same, that's a heavy stick.
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'Cause you know I feel like fuck 'em and I'm thuggin' for real. Darth Vader, it's a Jedi stick. Hope it burn down with them coppers in it. Eu não teria dito o que eu disse se não estivesse feliz com quem eu sou. Pall bearer, get 'em buried, I'm gon' get 'em knocked off. Bitch, why you try to run? Are there any specific Kobe games that you remember fondly?
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And shit if I did whoever ain't feelin' this shit, what it is nigga, what you want? I'm gon' pop my shit in, I got rich and now they on me. And I know somebody'll love me before your dawg ass do, yeah. Herpes no meu sangue e essa merda me fez chorar. Yeah, we choppin' em. It contains a lyrical breakdown and analysis of all the words, syllables, and rhymes in your More >. Snake-bitch, kill 'em all, they some lane switchers (kill 'em). Mas eu não entendo como vocês poderiam apenas correr com a boca sobre uma pessoa. I expect you nba youngboy. They ain't gettin' no checks, I ain't gettin' no rest. I'm in love with your body, you don't give me no pleasure. Click to rate this post!
Like I'm broke, stolo slidin' up in it. We skippin' town when them taxes come. Eu tenho apenas 18 anos e eles falam como eu sou 80.