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(Ah Shit)
KZZR BABY
Taurus
Und Young Brady
(Mhmm) Supa
(Mhmm) Supa
(Mhmm, yeah)
Ah yeah
Super Bowl
Mein Team kriegt die Ringe, in dem ich gewinne

paved it
Me and low in the A'8
Riding round busting Plays
I take it back to the days
At a young age
Getting loud by the weight
I want the House wit

night
We slow dance yup 
With the spotlight
I'm a keep you by my side
Girl don't be surprised
Me and bro
Yea we turnt all nite and
You know we don't

no boda com a tua boo lá
Ela com os meus brodas com a tua bula hoe
Pull up, pull up on a Benz é um mambo possível
Tua boo panca dos blacks com braids e

Um, like, eww-uh!
The Word of Wizzum, kids, is
What with which I am still livin' in this "so chase" and "splendid" existence
CTR, give me a witness!
I'm

when I do my best

Looking like who dat
Tell um go back to the burb in the ghetto bird
We don't need that
On the ground there's another round
Let it fall

Sold in bulk to the young it's fed as fun times never cope wit stress
Lost their thought and taught the rest reform, regress sorry I got off the subject

Um Yea, they watch as I hop in the coupe
Boot up, i kicked her ass out of the booth
Panoramic, I took off the roof
My pockets on Corbin, no Blue
I

high
I'm too high haha

I'm not Yeat, but I'll still take a nap on the beat
I'm a young skater, but not in the streets
Same color Kale, yeah my cake

know

Dumb riches, targeted by dumb snitches
Come at me, ya better run, better run bitches
These young misfits, it’s time to lower britches
Cause these

it dawns on me
(This for all my young kings out there)
Like i ain't got a crown on me
Sometimes I forget who I am
Then it dawns on me
(Rolle rolle

da victim
Das dat sucka shit ma nigga aint no way I could feel um
Remember nights we aint have no lights at da house
Mama stressin cuz they tryna raise

umas cenas indecente
vendo voce descendo
me elevando e relaxando
transcendendo pra outro plano
same young nigga from (west side)
still the real nigga

around I think they coming for me
Ops is all around so I just watch um closely
Don't want to die young so keep the burner on me
You don't want these issues

a young nigga, come up
Another punk, run up
And have to get his, gun up
Cause um I aint takin no shorts, like a newport, 
Explortin' the fully joint

Young instrument spitin the lethalest literature
Raised by the dirt n the fire pump 
Last I do take some advise if I fall on my face then god knows

You cum so easy you cum so easy
Oh, okay oh shit

I feel young again
Shout out to Benjamin Button
This never gets old so I
Just keepin comin' a-round

I really find it crazy how these people only watch me when I lose but the moment that
I win they all gone like the wind

I just got done writing um

Yeah
On God
Yeah
Hm
On God
Young shorty ur mine
Bang the music for the record
Ohhh yeah
She want a baller
She wants a man who be driving a Benz

Ah, ah, ah
Do it um, do it um, do it uh I done it, uh
Do it uh, do it uh, do it uh I done it, yeah
Do it uh, do it uh, do it uh I done it, yeah

Do

Yeah I just want shit to get better
I don't do well when I'm by myself I got issues
I sit alone and cry like why can't this be simple
I try to get it

Don't let this cold world turn your heart frozen
I said I'm kickin' shit like Presto
I'm young Tom Brady
Lookin' at Drew Bledsoe
I'm next yo
Take it

me young Gooch
I was on the playground shooting mad hoops
Looking at you in my side view
Gon have me shooting bricks over by you
Who keep it hotter

right here, taking a picture
Um, um m-my brother wants to talk
You're on Kaylup
I was eight years old when you passed, now it's 2018
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