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Yunggifted202 is a musical artist that specializes in various genres such as hip-hop and R&B. They have gained popularity for their unique sound and captivating lyrics, often touching on personal experiences and societal issues. Their music showcases a blend of catchy melodies, impressive flows, and relatable storytelling, making Yunggifted202 a rising talent in the music industry. more »

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I am ' alat? and a bag of chips without the dip, though
Smooth nigga, creep in your bench house and don't tiptoe

Your man home, so, you still gettin' his dick, hoe
And if he say somethin', just tell that nigga we kinfolk
Awesome, boy, I been everywhere except Boston
With two cans on me, I'm Stone Cold Steve Austin

Been past niggas with rappin', now I'm just talkin
Shut up, lil' baby, and pay attention, I'm talkin
That's right, I been elevated, so what's steps like
No, I'm not a capper, but shit, I probably can step light

If anything's possible, then I'm fuckin' a stepwife
And bein' this fly, should order come with a jet, right
I'm top five, top four, top three, top two
And the one you wish you can walk to and talk to

Who you know that pull up and get paid just to walk through
Bitch, I'm so cold, I tell the summer to fall through
It's wintertime, girl, I'm in your box like it's just dinnertime
Niggas be quick to go everywhere but the finish line

Outside all night, sorry, son, you won't get the shine
Feel like a bad kid with friends, over, no, this is mine
This is mine, this is mine, that is mine, and she is too
Play with her and watch how nice we speak right at your funeral

Price of death is cheap, we turn your coffin to a cubicle
Mama lookin' in it like, nah, sir, I don't know this dude, hell no
You get rock bottom, people's elbow
Bullets to your sneakers like Adidas, you got shell toes

Heaven's on earth, then where my ticket to hell go
Shit, I guess we'll never know, just don't tell a soul
My old bitch was bad as hell, my new bitch, she thick as f*ck
I can't wait till this summer, my next bitch badder than her

I know y'all probably thinkin' like, that boy really good
Cause I done went from Hollywood to still Hollywood
I never change, not for a dollar, I know the price of fame
Pimpin' ain't easy, believe me, I keep my bitches trained

I can spill juice on my clothin' and still won't leave a stain
Don't matter how many songs I kill and ain't nothin' gained
I'm too cool, mixed with old and a little new school
Like I can pop lock and still upload it to YouTube

If pimpin' ain't easy, then shit, why do you do it
Just like ridin' a bike, once you do it, you get used to it
I'm gifted

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