Lyrics:
thought they ever see a young black Master P
Go to France and see a white boy blacker than me
Suge Knight or Eazy-E, had black labels
Why the rest eat
You ain't got the raw plus you twenty gram shorter
M.O.P. ban orders, I show you niggas "Faces of Death"
Manslaughter, live on a camcorder
My
dude, snap a dude
(Brownsville)
You listen to gun shots pop, it's murder capitol
We all for one boy, where them young boys clappin' you
And thugs
of some bull
200 racks for a club
Finna buy tha shit
Wit my thugs
Can't play it
If it ain't by Tim
I'ma ball and I can't touch rim
Quarter milli I done made
Fuck Camelot Nigga
Thirty Thousand for a chain that's glamour my nigga
Louis V, Gucci Tee, check patterns my nigga
Young Detroit Thug neck Tatted my
shooter keep a gun
Put 11 to his back like Trae young
And I'm with my slime my shooter I ain't talking bout young thug
This shotgun hold some slugs
We aim
Yo, yo just give me this water, I need more XP
I've been stuck in the ends tryna get this P
Chase for the cheddar's kinda caught up to me
But now
ain't from the streets, but imma young thug
You, bitches for the streets, man I swear y'all can't get no love
Chasing green, ain't switching teams man,
presence
Court rooms, multiple people ratted on
Poverty, assembled by the higher faculty
Derogated value outcome from correctional facilities
Non virtue, but
nigga thug
Bitch, I'm YSN, young, shiesty nigga
Servin' all my heads, yeah, they love these jiggas
I be paranoid, clutchin' on my trigger
I be blowin'
bitch-choking
Young player from Oakland
I was taught by O.G.'s fool, what you stressing?
AK's, Mac 12's fool, Smith & Wessons
You got the audacity to false claim
selling heated for five jungs (?)
Dealers scatter when D's or why come
R.I.P. is written on walls for people who die young
And niggas either dream of be
(Pow)
Neflexim, motivuju, celý moje dospívání mě motivoval Young Thug, taky Puff
Zmrdi jsou nasraný, že jedem ballin', no a co? Oni maj problém, ne, more,
me ill end up right back On Houseblock 3
And IlI be trapped on wing not trapped on
Cleveland like lil keed
My young Thug says he Wunna be gunna I Just
bitches want a ring
I felt like Robert horry
Ran it up by baller
Ducking court side seats
He gave the da
Statements
Guess he not keeping it P
I done Lit em
yes, I really wanna
Can I get eye open up, P-Lokin' up
Smokin' up much dust, like, what up, thug
Give it up for the real stuff, shut the fuck up
Tough
Oh shit
Bitches on my dick like a love bug
Tryna get the claws up in me like a fucking mud bug
Bitch, I'm a smug thug, calling up my young plug
[Hook x2: Romeo]
I'm gon do what mama said
But ya'll ain't gonna tell me how to live my life
I might be young but I got bread
I'm straight form
Shut ya mouth get on the couch put this thug in you
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
You said I'm too young look who sprung
This thug like a drug and I got you
the motif
don p, personal henny, have me hurt many
actions, coke infractions, imanuel and fidel
our money well, help the crack sale
stack bail, then
Martin Remy, Jack D to ali-ze
Yo, the Moe T Dom P, personal Henny
Have me hurt many actions, coke infractions
Manuel and Fidel, our money well
Help
Passed out, hazy eye, lettin days go by
Bullshittin one another with the same old lies
Tryin hard not to show all that pain inside
Saw the clouds turnin
thought they ever see a young black Master P
Go to France and see a white boy blacker than me
Suge Knight or Eazy-E, had black labels
Why the rest eat
Smoke with me
Steady, blazin' weed, by the b-a-g'z
Cold G'z got your eyeballs spinnin', hoe winnin'
Flashin' me the tongue ring
Hopin' that she can get in
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