Lyrics:
of eligible young people
Standing amongst the crowd of adolescents
Struck by the nauseating mix
Of perfume and aftershave i look around
Still half expecting
know it... Yeah
Whole gang full of them shooters
Young niggas move when I say so
Hundred round clip, That's a movie
Real blue hundred in my bankroll
shit in real life, y'all a bunch of motherfuckin' e-boys
We do this shit for MC's, the DJ's, the B-Boys that destroy the track
Spent most of my days
flame, not one drop of sweat
I am the one that killed uncle Ben, it's young iPod for sure I'm up next
But don't get the aux cord twisted you bet
If you
in
Pride is for men; young girls should run and hide instead
Risk the game by taking dares with "yes"
Eat for two, walk for two, breathe for two
Holla at your boy manana
Maybach come wit' a recliner
Run up on it and shit will get uglier than an iguana
This is only a reminder it's Young Money
the front
So that girl put her bags on my engine
Riding around town I'm in a 10 speed
If i see them blue light imma hit it
Young nigga having his way i been
as the last bus goes by.
The pavements ar empty: the gutters run red
while the fool toasts his god in the sky.
So come all ye young men who are building
wonder, I take my place with the lord of the hills
And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured
In neat little rows sporting canvas frills
by the grace of God, now I stand
(Jesus)
Somethin' special 'bout a young melanated man
(Power)
Kobe, Vaughn, Duck, rest in peace black man
(Yeah)
pocket from this grub
No I ain't no Murray's son (Let's go)
I told that boy he ain't YBS
So You Better Sit (What else)
Young Big Stoner smoke an ounce in
much cash
I bought a new Lac and put it on chrome, without touching my stash
Like Lil Flip I can do that, Excursion candy blue tha?
Twenty two that,
to a necklace
Adidas suit flier than shell toes
Maneuver in the coupe, the roof by my elbows
Niggas wanna be me, bitches wanna date me
Young black and rich so
the odor
These boys raise hell pushin V 12 motors
We da shit bitch, I know you smell the odor
[Verse 1: E.S.G.]
Now would the freestyle kings stand up?
Hol
it feels different
Uh, I only love her if her eyes brown
Play this shit while you play around with my crown
King H-O, y'all should know by now
so hard nigga like Liu Kang
Watch out for that boy, we heard that young nigga walk with his cane
Feeling like rose, a young nigga stuck in a phase
surrounded by
Two many funds Ima need an alibi
Posting them guns boy you better let it fly
Lot on the line everyday I do it die
You know it hurt to see your
Bring your friends to the door
Drop that ass low (Huh?)
Bounce it up and down on the mother fucking floor (Boy)
Eeny meeny miny moe
Catch a bitch by
the way back
And I'm acting like Dennis in Vegas, stacking up wins
I'm a young black boy, armed, dangerous
To those who want to come and try harm
Ball and I make all my goal
Flatter than ignore a hoe
The type that’ll rip out her soul
Just by saying I know
This king gotta have a hot guh cause
If you ain’t gettin money
Get the fuck up out my face hoe
Finna kill these beat yo
King Niiko mad wild and I got a big ego
Blue bills fallin outta my
If you ain't gettin money
Get the fuck up out my face hoe
Finna kill these beat yo
King Niiko mad wild and I got a big ego
Blue bills fallin outta my
it, let 'em in
The king of England woulda left us alone
If he saw Jessica Simpson eat an ice cream cone
Teeny bikinis, red, white and blue
this not Bali bih** I'm a f**king tragic kid
It's just me & Quiins that boy Lil Who them boys be smacking sh*t
I been riding fish bowl cause I'm big
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