Lyrics:
in when I'm in
Say we give best yeah for real
Know we never slack anyaway
Man we need the pounds anyday
King of the town
I be king of the Octagon
Boy
morphine, blue's them oxy's
We the young black and arrogant
Weed we be carryin' they greet us like kings
Cause we arrive in these chariots
Bitches wanna
with the weapon
Say what you want niggah just watch where you steppin
It's the young mercer, is short for young king
I am everything and nothing
I set
See a young nigga shinin', I
Might give you the blue, damn
Florida boy came out the mud
You know I'm frugal like a jew
I can't pay no bitch no mind
My
bitches who clippin' your dick off
I'm a boss champagne with the steak
Pink rose jay sittin' ace by tha case
Brisco line to young nigga what it do
He
Not talking bout racks I don't want talk no more
A hook by Young I'Sa a 10 fasho
I was dripping I had the Givenchy coat
It came with the title we
boring and boozing
I wind you up, your alarm keeps snoozing
Made it easy, I guess your'e stupid
Way too elite to be caught by your cupid
Sorry cupid
But
Face on screen for everything I does in the public
Boy wonder, make the other boys wonder
How we keep it comin' different e'ry summer
Don't be
Yeah we run shit
Y'dig men and the boys
We back to back with this shit
Man doing donuts in the trap house
Doing donuts in the Cat
Who you think you
drive by
Ayo, this record right here is called "FL4M3$" by Lil Tune, Lil Wayne's son
The future, young king
Bless up, let's get it
Young Money
Happy birthday Jesus
Let’s celebrate the birth of Love
She was only 13
Young with a big dream
Then, unexpectedly, things would never be
snoop crown on the vic
Crown on my wrist, crown on my bitch
And a couple crowns on my crew
Keeping pounds of the blue
Ivory in it, tsunami in it when I be
From when my name was signed by the defendant
To selling out shows, I'm betting
I'ma be the next out to city, homie
And it's all Bens when I'm
the Lamby
Stop by Sammy, chill in the hood, you good, you family
My boys like to pull them blammies, and big pimp
Mami suck dick 'til she pull your hammy,
[Chorus:]
It's 99 players check your game
Make sure them young boys respect your name
Keep your heaters at close reach cocked and ready
Cause
and cop that
I'll show you where the rock at
Show you where Eazy E and Dr. Dre get shop at
Same place Ronnie King got beat by the cops at;
That was '92,
snoop crown on the vic
Crown on my wrist, crown on my bitch
And a couple crowns on my crew
Keeping pounds of the blue
Ivory in it, tsunami in it when I be
fake mother fuckers pretend to be
White boy cracker hoocie weado
Damn do' evil blue eyed devil
Pail face and I'm proud to be that dude
Make up some more
from a boy to a king, any block I five-five-fo' that
Nigga better know that, boy they ain't playin
Sawed off shotty - what they sayin?
Nothin to a boss,
young boy jammed up on curfews
Time to ride or step or breach
(Turn, turn, turn, turn, turn)
Man turn lizard on a sign, no prenup
'Cah I'm loving my name
looking for the money
Just follow
Cant my live my life by the hollow
Real nigga thoughts like Ralo
Ride 32s on a Monte Carlo
Hawk down a rat Gonzalez
Boy
i coudln't find someone to go with me last night to the show
so i went alone.
i was too young to get in so i stood by the backdoor where the band
Remix!
One two one two (one two one two)
This the I'ma Boss remix
Meek Milly
Let's go!
I'm ride or die, I'm ridin' by, hollerin' West Side right
for everything I does in the public
Boy wonder, make the other boys wonder
How we keep it comin' different e'ry summer
Don't be amazed 'cause of me
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