Lyrics:
ghetto
And it's a true fact nigga cause I'm that ghetto
A young fellow guess I'm married to the streets
Born and raised a soulja M-A to the G Nolia
Uptown
that's what you need
They say that I'm too young and that you have a wife
I can't stand it all instead I'm kissing you hard
They say that I'm not smart,
Yeah yeah i'm trying to get through to you
You don't listen just hear me out
You're too young to look that tired
Too sweet to be that sad
Any moment
And ooh, it feels so wrong
To leave, but if I don't we'll just live forever
On these roads that seem to be much too long
Come, let's pray for rainstorm
So
all of them got stuck
in the thicket of thorns
and lost their lives.
One day,
a young prince came to see her.
I will go and wake up the princess
in
too far
So we can live again
See, where I come from is hard
Hope all over, we can start
So we can live again, so we can live again
I’ve seen this
These are my Cullinan keys (skrrt)
I crank up the car, I don't drive (drive)
Too rich for my feet to be hittin' on a pedal
Serving that raw like it's
Too many women, and not enough time
I'm a cool cat, but I'm on life nine
Pimping ain't dead cause I be the life line
And I don't buy the bar cause
a player for life
That's right, I gotta be a player for life
I gotta be a player for life
Smob to the tip, I feel no guilt
She's young and she's fine
me in streets, be Street Fighting like
Blanka or Bison slicing, dicing
Like w butcher knifeing wifing
Bitches? Never, that shit is trifling
Young Money
of charming,
Innocuous young men.
Though our mental equipment may be slight
And we barely distinguish left from right,
We are quite prepared to fight
For
They say that a man just doesn't grow up
'Til he's forty odd years old
Such was the case of young Kelly James
And everybody knows
He had a place
tonight, I know I'll be home
The year is 1941
I was 8 years old and far, far too young
To know that the stories of battles and glory
Was a tale, a kind
Uh kitchen see the kitchen ain’t about
What I’m doing presently
It’s about what we ain’t doing presently
So I’m just trying to remind
Young Goddess
Deja Vu
I see myself writin' these songs for you
Having a baby and we're married too
Girl word to me this is Deja Vu
Girl word to me this is Deja Vu
I
high smoking joints
And now they know my name in Paris
But I'll be buried in Detroit
Next to my father, and my father's father too
I used to live
Zoom
You niggas too dusty get swept with a broom
Kush in the pack too loud it go boom
I'm blowing Os counting dough
Laying low stack paper by the show
dream chased
Wasn't he your fav
Now you wanna Meek Drake
Married onto the net
No bread but wanna eat cake
It's bad enough people battling poverty rates
pack up your lives kids, it's gettin' too hard
Kentucky's alright but there's too many people
Just the other day I thought I saw a church steeple
B-bop Watts, city stones and the skylines.
Don't say 'cause, 'cause Blood, this is Piru all the time.
[Young Malcolm]
Piruuuuu loooove.
like I'm married
And send her home with the cock swoll, did her pops know?
Little girl that he tryna protect was in the crib doin porno
[Too Short]
your hair its not days that go by
While I'm witch you that I won't even care
[Chorus: x 2]
You been with young dudes old guys
hindus papas
the blueprint
Young nigga got the crew lit
I ain't stupid call my hitters they gon shoot shit
We really do this my ev be the truest
Young nigga foolish I'll
on this beat it's bodied
I'm a young teen with a dumb dream
Stevie wonder feelings how I'm unseen
But I stay steady you a dumb being
If you judge me by
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