Lyrics:
Yeah, just call me Young nigga
Our money's grown though
By the way, let's go, yeah
You already know what time it is, let's go
I said I'm Young by
a cat
One hundred loving ways
Way seventy-seven: touch him as you pass by
One hundred loving ways
There are one hundred ways to love a cat
One hundred
for the mic, but you can't handle it
I dismantle it, bust you in your head with it
You know you can't spit it like I spit it
Yeah you shit it in
I see the way
It brings em in, brightens the sky
Not cheap nor expensive, just the perfect price
Rose from the dead
Creeping out of your shed
Your mom
out the attic
Shit gets dramatic
Good lord!
We on the lost highway
Where shit can get sideways
We flip it up my way
We’re going all the way
So fuck
no not quite like this live it like that
In a way yes you could say
Made me wanna write like this
Not quite like this on my level
I'm unique and I'm
Beyblade
It's a twister, make you turn in your grave like a Rizla
Screw your face (slay)
Pain
Get jooked, complain of belly ache
No space, no caps, no
The City Bushman - In Answer to "Banjo," and Otherwise by Henry Lawson - Part B
WOULD YOU LIKE TO CHANGE WITH CLANCY -- GO A-DROVING? TELL US TRUE,
Baccatit, lookin' like a crack addict
Cookin up crack put it in the trap attic
Yea I'm baccatit, 12 givin mad static
If they do a sweep disappear
Ant say it slams
They he makes it bump
Fools try and hang play around and get hung
It's only '91 man I just began
So you get mad I understand
It's
do about it
I won't make you stay you can leave if you want
But remember I'm not a crash dummy
I just give a chance and that's one
Two
That's twice you
the way you say banana
This ain't another love song, it's more mild mannered
Paper cut so thin, you could see the parts
Got these cowards all around me,
there by my side
If I die you made it the best day of my life, on my life
cin't no ride or die like you
Not like you in my life
When I ride you ride
you wanna hate by
These real housewives of Atlanta while keep the script
But if you ever wanna find out the reason they mini leach just
Come
say
I'm gon' keep rapping this way
No matter what you may think
I'mma keep doing my thing
Yo, you could buy Jaz spitting, hospital, son admit it
two are the same
Not by its looks, its attitude, its swagger, its frame
Some don't like the sun, some are afraid of the dark, it varies
Some other
I'm hot as a heater, swear to God on Alisha
That's the mom of the Son, when the thermometer rise
To some of you, it might just come by surprise
a spaceship, you up like a attic (attic) (uppy)
Up my race (uppy), like I'm off a Addy (uppy)
And I keep that fifty too, and I keep like fifty goons (brrt)
, prostitution, but I ain't hatin' it (but I ain't hatin' it)
I got the models comin' by the fews, I hope you relatin' it (hope you relate)
After I made her tie
sorry not taking apps
Cuz I can't hit free throws I'm Shaq
Smells like tuna cat, have you had your pap
Jiggly double slaps me so hard my face just cracks
hat, ? them Philadelphia P hats
Believe that, bring it to the hood so you can see that
Dumb ass niggas like Game, where the keys at?
Automatic start,
Life is like a man born blind buying jewelry;
Finding the best things seeing the tomfoolery;
Knowing the best piece by the feel of the texture;
(woo)
My diamonds gon' shine, might poke you in the eye (shine)
You selling by the ounce, my nigga, you just getting by (whoa)
Put the birds in my
on me I caught it for certain
These niggas pussy they looking suburban
That's why she be telling them niggas to earn it
Do what you doing lil bro,
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