Correction Paroles Skinny n*ggas par Fredo

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I got young skinny n***as
I got them young skinny n***as beating fat
Got them young skinny n***as
Got them young skinny n***as
Got them young skinny n***as
I got them young skinny n***as beating fat shorties

I got young skinny n***as beating fat shorties
Black girls with white money
White girls with black bodies
I was eighteen or nineteen, had OG's in the trap for me
Spittin' crack, is that why b*t*hes cat for me?
He might be fly, but I'm way cooler
He said he's at the top, but I'm way taller
She told you that she love you, you let bae fool you?
Can't wife no woman been with more rappers than a jeweler

I bought a little three-two just for some fun on the block
But all that corn and that 'caine would never come on the cob
My n***as never party, you know that they're hugging the block
So if you see them outside Libertine, they're coming to rock
I flooded my block, I went to Hatton's, flooded my watch
My coke cook so good, you'll never see none run out the top
Yeah, he's talkin' 'bout the chat, but he's a liar, fam
He said he's eating, but he must be on a diet plan
How could they question the reason we ride?
When none of us even really know the reason to life
When my mum see anything, she would try and speech me and cry
Then I started helping with the bills and she turned legally blind
I'm tryna make it Heaven, but I come from the Hell
I gotta big up the all single mums in the world
Shout out Blacks' mum 'cause all her three sons are in jail
Why we can't break free? It's like we're under a spell

My brother died, looked in his sister's eyes, was feeling her pain
A few days later, called her phone and said that they're feeling the same
Nah, don't think it's tit for tat, my n***as killin' the game
It's not a question, what I choose out of billion fame
I don't write songs in english, they're written in pain
Thought I was slippin' away, rappin' 'bout them glittery chains
When all of my n***as on the block hard, they're living the same
I gotta go hard 'til all my dogs are winnin' the same
Yeah, them bruddas are broke, that's 'cause they've been chillin' for time
All that weed smoke, have you ever thought 'bout billin' a line?
I swap trainers every time that I go visit with Stro
He got more drip in his jail cell than half you n***as on road
I'm tryna make it Heaven, but I come from the Hell
I gotta big up the all single mums in the world
Shout out Blacks' mum 'cause all her three sons are in jail
Why we can't break free? It's like we're under a spell

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