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YNS
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YNW Melly
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Oh, I gotta keep f**kin' goin' Yeah Young n***a World And that's for life All my n***as dons, ya dig Goats, them some dons Know what I'm sayin' Woo b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, (Yeah) Young n***a World, b*t*h (Yeah) Yeah, Young n***a World, b*t*h Young n***a World, G (Okay, b*t*h) Young n***a World, jit (Okay, b*t*h) b*t*h, b*t*h, okay, haha Young n***a World sh*t Young n***a World sh*t Young n***a World sh*t Hol' up, young n***a sh*t This that young n***a sh*t (sh*t) Been thuggin' since a jit Every Glock got a d**k (A d**k) A laser on my chopper, tell me how could I miss Bag a Smith & Wesson, we got Glock 26 (Okay) Young n***a sh*t, this that young n***a sh*t (That sh*t) They'll tape his momma up and throw his ass in a ditch (Lil b*t*h) I heard you bout that action but lowkey you a b*t*h I seen the paperwork, lil boy, I know you a snitch Oh, god damn, uh [?], you say you broke as f**k and that you down on your d**k (Get off your ass) Well, get off off your ass and go and hit you a lick Go and get them credit cards and [?] Wait, go and get them credit cards and bring 'em to me You wanna make 1200 dollars, come and f**k with me I got a whole lotta real n***as who love me I got a whole lotta killers who f**k with me And they still f**k with me even though we From two different f**kin' parts of the atmosphere I got diamonds and they shinin' like [?] (Like [?]) Catch you n***a haters, how we do your [?] (Do your [?]) And you know a n***a got a couple bands in here (Got 'em bands) I'm in the booth right now, I got a couple bands in here She wanna f**k, she wanna sell, but I ain't no baby Hell nah, don't you see me with my old lady Hell nah, we got [?] like Old Navy Boy, that ain't not damn Versace, that's Old Navy I don't care, if it's fire, I wear it, f**k who made it (f**k you x2) Why the f**k, ooh ohh, Capri Sun (Capri Sun) Ridin' with that Glock, he [?] Ooh, god damn, oh, they trapped us The feds on the phone, I think they trapped us (The trapped us) Free John [?], I think they trapped him If he got a problem, don't you ask him (Don't you ask) Shawty on my d**k, she gettin' nasty (She nasty) Baby, send that address, oh [?] Boy gon' send that address on weekend W, I swear we don't take no losses (No losses) I got VVS on me and they so frosty (So frosty) And your b*t*h suck the d**k with the lip gloss (Lip gloss) And it's poppin' like lil mama, take that b*t*h to the Bahamas Okay, b*t*h, you bout that drama We got pistols for days He say pressure, okay Hol' up, ooh, chips lays Ooh, chips lays When he die I smile When he died I smiled (Happy) When he died I smiled (Okay) When he died I smiled (Smiled) Hope that boy beat trial (Smile) He gon' [?] the [?] They tryna take his child (His child) Tryna take your child, ayy Take that sh*t to trial, ayy Put that child support, uh, on that b*t*h Cause if you don't she gon' do it to you (Do it to you) She gon' do it to you (You) I'm blood gangster, woop (Suwoop) Man keep it going, do it f**k you do 1090 sh*t, oo oo Young n***a World
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