Lyrics:
Pull up and hop out a porch
100 bands just scored
Blue hunnets need more
Young boy coming straight from the floor
Trap house 3rd floor
Remember
kick back to my ghetto theme
And it goes like this
(And it goes like this and it goes like this)
Young players got to get it together
Young players got
talking living manifestation.
FROST
I grew up writing these verses, reminding me Serpens my timing is perfect grinding my mind is rehearsing like every
Young mind old soul going loco
On her knees but im pray for her deep throat
Enemies lay wait past the peep hole
In my head saying stop just to reload
And if life a bitch suck my dick huh?
And I bet she fucked the whole clique, huh
By the way nigga, you should fuckin' quit, nigga
Just forget it, you
late night vibe
With ma dawgs in the back
Cruisin' down whyte ave
Tell 'em this where it's at
Make some noise for the band ladies and gentlemen
Yeah
some real ones by my side
Let's go
Two more bitches
Two more Swishas, tell em two more cups
And two more bands, to make em dance
Bust it open gotta
poverty was real
We got excited just to window shop
I was you before you nigga
Back when Nintendo drop bare knuckle brawls
My daddy was beatin' niggas
Up
the life of another girl damaged by the system
These foster homes, I run away and never do miss 'em
See, my hormones just run away and if I can get em back
tongue
I'll tell you now my name, my name is Young
But so you think that it's your destiny
To get the best of me, but I suggest to be
Quiet, bro', don't
to this
All my bitches get together, go crazy to this
And throw that back, throw that back
Don't be scared, bitch throw back
This dick right here is
or huckster of belief
Making too much of a life so mercifully brief?
So I stride down sunny streets and the band plays back my song
They're applauding
Intro
Bands in here ain’t trust you
Niggas don’t trust y’all niggas... yarh
If it ain’t lit my niggas won’t leave
My niggas won’t leave... uuhh...
detention
Talked about behind my back by my family members
H-hurtful feeling bein' the black sheep every family visit
I'll admit it, bein' young, I made
My money making money so it's stacked
The Benjamin be heavy where i'm at
All these rubber bands, all these rubber bands, all these rubber bands
Watch
shyt
Pop a lick on some other shyt
Spending bands for the fun of it
And hating niggas know they fuck wit it
Chino back on that other shyt
New kicks i
playa, finna get my bands up
She gon' call me baby, I'm a call her later
I'm a young playa, I drip plenty flavor
I'm a young playa, you can never play us
entertained by
Not just the voice or the band
But by the outfit as well
Modeliste: You're also the face of the fall
Winter 2017 John Varvatos campaign how did
Straight to his brain, now I really don't mind it
John Doe, now they really can't find him
Choosing me now, cause a young nigga shining
Blindin', ice on my
tongue
I'll tell you now my name, my name is Young
But so you think that it's your destiny
To get the best of me, but I suggest to be
Quiet, bro', don't
tongue
I'll tell you now my name, my name is Young
But so you think that it's your destiny
To get the best of me, but I suggest to be
Quiet, bro', don't
I'll tell you how I became the wicked nigga they call Young Mind Fuck
Black out, black out
(Youngin' from Del Amo)
Black out, black out
(Belt by
Hills
And West Virginian land
And an old time family blue grass band
Our God fearing mum and daddy raised
Us young ‘uns on a song
By the banks where old
back, tracing my memories
I guess I thought that somehow it would better me
That's when I realized, I never liked being touched
By my friends or by guys,
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