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Been working all day stack my bands up Rhyming all day and it's all love Put your mask on cuz we gon rob Youngling with a dagger yeah we rolling in
Man these younglings out here wilding You slipping or you sliding And aint nobody talking cause there's honor in the silence Man I'm tired
quick Do what you do on my dick I'm tryna keep it dunked in These walls they be hugging Got Huggies for my younglings Huggies for my younglings The game
flexin' Demons in my ceiling I just popped a xanny tripping yeah Higher than a rocket VV got me shining I be bus'ing out the socket Since a youngling I been
Where I'm from nigga get it how you fucking live I'm from the Vill Where them Younglings out here touting steal Nigga knock your lights out like you
the smoke like my name be Capone I run with rough riders I got younglings that be wilding I move packs I be supplying Going on tour I might be flying That
I hold on in the night time I stay Gone in the night time She Patient I'm just waiting on the Right time Tryna help the younglings get they Mind
Oh Plant a seed for the future depends Care and take for the younglings ahead Tend how we tend and we never forget Oh, plant a seed for
against a jungle lion I get hungry, eat these younglings like a bunch of jumbalya Watch out for the cops, watch for opps, could be under fire Ay I feel
The Whisperers sing a myth Of a fugitive Native youngling In the darkness he awakened Met his fate from the sky In a flash of bright light
baby ugh) I pour a fourth in my Fanta (Fanta) yea With this chop dirty dancing (Dancing) Call shots Charles Manson (Charles Manson) Got some youngling's
Never trust an opposition They gone to do what ever just to get in your position I neva fold I neva told imma stand ten toes I got younglings that
we own it all This for them younglings on the back block getting dotey off Put my youngling on the laptop and now he know the sauce Rolly prezzy he
youngling's that just want to f*** around Sorry thought I said it before I never f*** around B****** on my sh*** they ain't never learn to settle down Jewelry
pat on the back, like the last pick of the draft I'll comeback flyer than Tom Brady on some falcons Just a youngling with his subs woofing Never
irresistible Cause money's what I need and that's not negotiable Us younglings this current time Need some time to clear our minds Or we go crazy Hey there
carried by the younglings that refuse to speak about their stigma Stigma-fuckin'-tised By your self-despise Please explain me why you left me to be
in positions To provide their youngling's Genuine with everything I ain't asking for nothing If I love you then it's real I can't ever front it If it's
tonight So, I'm gonna sing to myself And, in the youngling's plight My voice is a visceral guide It's a dark one tonight So, I'm gonna stare at the stars
to love it Cause they see me getting paid Motivation for these youngling's tryna teach them to be great Meditation manifesting since the fucking eighth
Youngling fair, and dear delight, Tis love hath thee in keeping. Green are the hills in morning light A long adieu to weeping. The elfinfolk sing
to preserve this day, This poor youngling for whom we sing, by, by, lully, lullay. Herod the king in his regime charged he hath this day, His men of night,
to preserve this day This poor youngling for whom we sing By, by, lully, lullay Herod the king, in his raging Charged he hath this day His men of might,
how may we do, For to preserve this day, This poor Youngling for whom we sing, By, by, lully, lullay. Herod the King, in his raging, Charged he
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