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plate in your casket
Radiation I'm basking
Motherfucker I'm tanning
With your girl in my pants
Mama made the picnic basket
Forgot about you
Past a minute

thought that I should let you know
It's a drive-by
Everybody down
I'm just playing now put the fuckin Money in the bag
Don't be a hero and make the Young

saw our mamas coming in
In afternoon the playground was my palace
Sipping on that juicy juice
I held it straight like a chalice
At age six I ran into my

somethin brand new
Oh yeah by the way the name’s young shmoo
Listen up boy I’m just startin I ain’t ever gonna stop, foo
Named Young Shmoo just to honor my

Makin a living, writing little dittys
I wanna hear my songs playin on the radio stations
I could start by bein a waitress, put a hold on my education

But

all up in the radio
Not long till I'm selling out stadiums
Ex girl, but I know she still play my songs
If you think I'm ever leaving then you'd be

passion talk shit
I'll crush your larynx
Don't argue like an angry ex
Let me tell y'all what's next
Radio royalties groupie girls
Rough sex
Check your specs

i titled mine your highness
Woah im stuck i need my spaceship
Gotta go now my girl thinks i be too anxious
Im never on time but rock a rollie like

I know
She don begin kiss her friend
Two second, I no waste time
Shift her pant quick
The radio dey background dey blast my jam
She feel my eggplant

freestyle

Yeah we took off to the beach
It's my fave place of freedom
Mama do you hear my song on the radio hit
I feel the bass is shaking me
Taking me

for you my definition of hiphop
Low ridin' ice blindin' hitting every spot
See I'm as hiphop as they come son
My rides outside, girls by my side
My

nigga
Cause them niggas whole purpose
Is to get niggas
And make sure that your mama cry the pain out
Now that gang is out to get you
But you stuck in

either you're a boy or a girl they predetermine your sex
Before you were even born they plan your murder and death
To make sure you never make it to your

Like We Never / Never Listen

Yfn Lucci

Wish Me Well 2

2016

the recipe and you know
I'm all over the radio
Champagne shower
I fucked that hoe for a hour
We got the money and power
Pull up in Masi or Audi
See we

Small Towns and Big Dreams

Paul Brandt

Small Towns & Big Dreams

2001

Have people come and see me play
Blastin' out on the radio waves
Enough to make my mama cry

'Cause that's where I come from
That's who I am
Hard

Too Much on It

Lunasicc

A Million Words, A Million Dollars

1998

to ease on back
Lunasicc, young G's
Ain't no ten's on that
I'm gaurenteed to make a mill by the time I get through
Ain't no Versace, juss boss clothes

Now I wanna tell you a story about a girl I used to know
She was like a dream come true to me
She was oh so fine
Wanna tell you a story
It's not

An hour out Sedona
Stuck on the side of the road
Sittin' here in a broken gear, just
Waitin' on a tow
So I turned up the dial on my
Country radio
But