Lyrics:
town, find somebody to pay me
Say you got bitches but can't pull a lady
Y'all still fucking up like you probably say Bladey
I'll release the album then
Shopp, man
We... y'know finally reachin' the end of this album and I just wanna thank y'all, like...
I was never a big fan of doin' the whole long talk
D.E.E.P.
[Chorus: x2]
[Big Boi]
Well, you want me to get D.E.E.P., well then, I will
What? What will happen if you shoot that nigga and don't kill
It's a big job just gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
I been a workin' man dang near all my life
I'll be working
Long as my two hands are fit
he'd be a little boy
But he'll get taller as the time goes by
He'd be a little boy, he'd be a little boy
But pretty soon he'll hear the other boys
Yo what's up guys welcome to the Nasy podcast
It is your host, King Squishy
And welcome to this lovely album we call "The Youngins"
So today I got
bring? Nothin' but pain and one in your fuckin' brain
Ain't nothin' changed since the album, I'm still wildin'
I'm still violent I've been waitin' for
Here it comes
Here it comes (Hey)
Lo-City, it's the city, it's the town where I was raised
Town where I was raised
Town where I was raised
Town
TO SHOOT UP SOME HOUSES GIRL ITS ALL ABOUT WEBBIE 2007 I'm OUT CHEA AND I'm TOO LITTLE TO HIT AND I'm TOO BIG TO FORGET AND I'm TOO SLIPPERY TO HOLD AND I'm
little nigga put me on
Drop albums hot freestyles
So let me hit them with
A little bit of Flipmode
Bust your head then bust your rhymes
You better cut
At first Mom and Poppa called the little girl a lady
They raised her on the banks of a river bed
A house boat tied to a big tall tree
A home for
a fuel pump
And the next day I got me an engine and a trunk
Then I got me a transmission and all the chrome
The little things I could get in my big
nice wit' the pencil
Big lights is my issue
I'm addicted to the shine
Been like this since I was little
Shot caller not a baller
I'm official
I write
A great big yard for kids and pets to play
This one won't last too long
It's close to schools and churches
Owner leaving town
You better hurry down
in this little old town
Winter rolls around
Freezin' up my brain
Sayin' you'd better move around
Before you go insane
Summer didn't lie,
and win her a prize
A little later on, we'll slip off by ourselves
I can't imagine livin' anywhere else
It's a big time in a small town
Everybody's
I'm in the B's, yeah
Know just by the way that you talk
I can tell there's something in you, hoe
Look at me from afar
How would you know you're
JTK
Once, a pig built up a house
The house was of straw that
He bought from the town
One day, a wolf came and saw the little pig
He came
[Lil Wayne]
They call me gangsta gangsta
Weezy, Weezy
Lil Birdman junior
Holla at ya nigga
I fuck around and throw a bottle at you nigga
I'ma big
This is the story of a young girl
Who was the hippest chick in town.
They call her Big Noise from Winettka.
Miss Birdie's sure to get around.
Big
get snuffed, 'cause I ain't said enough to pipe down
I'll pipe down when the Wh- H- is wiped out
When I see that little Ch- dyke get sniped out
get snuffed, 'cause I ain't said enough to pipe down
I'll pipe down when the Wh- H- is wiped out
When I see that little Ch- dyke get sniped out
With the big band swaying and the great Kite saying, that it's time to let it be
Two by twos and (uh) school shoes
And (uh) she falls again, to ego
getting me down
Is this dirty old little dead end town
Well I hoped out of bed
And I just got going
As to what I'll do
There ain't no way of knowing
I ran
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