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Bo Peep (Sheep)
Your bitch my main squeeze, uh, got her down by her knees
Niggas try to steal my sauce but, they can't take my stease
In the backyard

Back It Up

Tyga

Rise of an Empire

2014

the T-Streets
I need 3 more for Chris, B and T
I'm a fool with it, just a young elite
Shit, what the Hell? You can't blame me
This the fast life, get your cash

YOUNG GUNZ LYRICS

"No Better Love"

[Young Chris + Neef Talking]
Where the ladies
You can feel me
I wanna be your mother, your father
Your brother,

Way 2
Bitch
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8
Meet me at da corner store
I'm juugin' I just made a play
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8
I make one phone call
To my young niggas
They'll

Ayy
You know its Lor Tri nigga yeah ayy
Blow on who lor nigga imma drift off
Slammin on the box like a young Nigga chris paul
1 2 3 Do the dash then

to be scary
Now I feel loved by everyone near me
Used to keep that blade closer than my own sanity
Always moved around young, never had stability
I have

Peace & Love

Camper Van Beethoven

Camper Van Beethoven

1986

feels he is being watched by more than just the curious deer 
nd west Texas highway transients
t dawn, he begins to feel the first nearly imperceptible

Drift

Towkio

Drift

2017

doin' numbers, doin' math
Left class, never lookin' back
Now I only see the dashboard, passport, start collecting stamps
Yeah, call me Worldwide Young

Balcony

Young Jeezy

Balcony

2012

the valley, we can do it in the truck
Got her legs on the dashboard, yeah I got a boulder
Maybe it's the kush or the heat but it's fogged up
Go

Had

Chris Atlas, David Amaya
I could fucking go on bro, Lory, Peter, Kate and Gabe
We gon' get into the rest later, man, but I fucking love y'all
Let's get

you have been touched
By the life of this young
Man and gripped by his death yes
We are forced to hold our
Attention at death today - though in
Our

to Ruth Chris, had her eatin' on some shrimp
Detention, Suspensions, my life like Duke Dennis
They got me like, ah, ha, ha
I can get any bitch just by

butt
Only raised by women, so you got waist and rhythms
To get my attention through a dashboard
Why you think little teenage boys always crash more?

around our feet 
Won't you remember me?
In every shade of pink 
Do you think of me?
Do you think of me, young wild and free?

He's no good for my self

I'm in love with the thought of you when you were twenty-two
My pair of boots and your Converse shoes
Kicked off by the front door
Sipping cheap

young to make money while I jog
Taught young to pick a 10 bagger in my sleep by bob
Only way end up with a 10 at my feet
If she sucking on my meet like

couldn't see the light
I would've gave you the world, but the time wasn't right
Young bull tried to hoop, he ain't got no height
So I told him to pour up

Mighty D-Block (2 Guns Up)

Jadakiss

Walk Witt Me

2003

motherfucking whip a mess
All over the dashboard, in backseat pieces of flesh
Send niggas to the grave with they face half gone
Stomach ripped open, the beef

Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by

Ay man Austin, TX not for South By tho
Yea ya naw'mean
Just out here with the guys

Ay, ay, ay
This for the G's (Hey)
I'm finding my groove it's

was a virgin 
My nigga, she made me a slut, oh yeah (freeze)
She tryna fuck on that lil' nigga Chris
I said ,"Baby, just pay me a buck," oh yeah

True shit
I had to much damage done
My life was ruthless
I ain't got to prove shit
To you
Can't get Ruth Chris
You can get a sandwich
Lil mama

I'm sayin? Holla at dem boys!

It's - Young J-A-Y
Gutta Gutta fuck anotha busta
Tryin' knock my hustle!
I hit the strip ey'day I
Got the hustle cluckas

and made 'em dance, Chris Brown, Michael Jackson
My heart goes out to Young Chop, in the industry they gon' blackball him
I sold hard with the gun cocked,