Lyrics:
fast (live fast)
And die young
(die young) , live fast, and die young
For all my young ladies ladies
That drivin’ Miss Daisy
Drivin’ me crazy, rock
crack rock to a baby and you really just a baby
The shit I seen in Sun Valley drive a nigga crazy
I drunk so many pints I damn near drove my mama crazy
a young OG
Have faith and do it B.I.G
Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mommies?
Back of the clubs with D'usse is where you'll find me
Back
to act foolish (Hey)
And you know them boys ain't
Playing by the rules (Woo)
Young guns running
We have any girl we choose
Bad and you nervous, man
Them
on his picnic
No Haitian voodoo, no headless chickens can dead his sickness
No Ouija board, you can't see me dog, nigga you CB-4
This ain't Chris Rock
And nauseated by the polluted rock that's all around
Watchin' the wheels of cars that pass
I look past to the last of the light and the long shadows it casts
talking millions in that six duece inch navy blue mercedes
Oh you aint know its Young Mulah baby
Your boyfriend is a toyfriend, he aint getting no paper
Run
Don't act on a pimp
You got me enticed by the way you rock dem hips
You's a trip, girl, doin' all dem tricks
That's what's up
I like dat shit a lot
Come
drink a Guiness Staught
And when I see you home, I'm out-
Yo Baby Chris, pass me the keys to the car
I'm runnin late for my menage-a-trois
Pass it,
Uh....Youngunas...Chris and Neef...chia ....Uh
Its official state P representnas....Woo. .....Woo
DJ Enough...
Uh....Youngunas...Chris
The bottom got the funk
We got the funk
I'm high as the wind so I blow minds
Curb hanger and hopper at the oracle of hipster
Just like Black Caesar my depths
yo wife...
I'm getting high, I'm getting high
(Stop that Chris Brown shit nigga)
Yo
(Young pretty nigga)
Young pretty nigga (You already know)
Young
I said a hip hop, the hippie, the hippie
To the hip hip hop-a, you don't stop
Rock it out, baby bubba to the boogie, the bang-bang
The boogie,
I said a hip hop, the hippie, the hippie
To the hip hip hop-a, you don't stop
Rock it out, baby bubba to the boogie, the bang-bang
The boogie,
With a dimepiece
Audemar what that time piece say
Audemar what that time piece say
Know it ain't shit, swing by the Federal boot camp
Shit, whip it like
Ruth Chris
He finally got his money up but he a lick
I will rock a nigga jaw, I hate Chris
Ever since I was young
I wanted to ball
I wanted the money, I
the bottom
Partyin like a rock star (Only sink to abyss)
Promise one day you gon' know who i are (abyss)
I do not know how to flop
Tell my lil baby i got you
out there tryna keep me from bein' the artist
I admit I'm at rock bottom (oh, oh)
And this shit has rocked my mind (my mind)
I'm callin' on my hood,
They talkin' big baby
They, they talkin' big baby
They talkin' big baby
They, they talkin' big baby
They don't wanna play
They don't wanna play
They
I feel it's time we shape back up, baby
It's that time of year again
Don't Come Outside, Vol. 2 on the way
Y'all only rock with me 'cause I'm
grandmother, my main girl
I love you much more than the scandalous world
As a young boy you gave me whoopings to save my life
Cursed me out, to keep me out
Don't act on a pimp
You got me enticed by the way you rock dem hips
You's a trip, girl, doin' all dem tricks
That's what's up
I like dat shit a lot
Come
smooth
Chris breezy with the dance moves
And you know this is true
Baby girl watch how I do
And we can ride out uh
We going let this one ride out ride out
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
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