Lyrics:
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Trapping I never got caught by the jakes
Nigga I ran me a tight route
Play then you lay
Nigga best watch what you say
Nigga your team will get wiped
saint-like in pure white, he's
Photographed as he walks not only by us
But by everyone else who
Happens to be at the beach
Today young teenagers with iPhones
Get paid, young nigga, get paid
Get paid, young nigga, get paid
Get paid, young nigga, get paid
Whatever you do, just make sure you get paid
Get
chestless
And ain't shit that you can say to me when you be breathless
Young, but I done did shit that you won't do
So go ahead with the bullshit you blab
I got nothin' to lose, payin' dues, nigga you wanna die?
I get high and then my mission is a walk-by
You'd better jet when I hit your set 'cause I'm
' lay down
They say they wanna' love me (Ah?)
Niggas wanna hug me (Ah?)
They mothers wanna hug me (Ah?)
Really didn't matter cuz' you
Niggas couldn't
Young nigga being me
Gotta do what it do, you feel me?
Can't do what nobody else do, you feel me?
Too solid
Get my head right, I'm just tryna get my debt
day
Get paid my way
I couldn't care what a old dog say
As you can see a lot of whole things change
But inbetween it all I still kept my faith
Let me
up
I don't care if you don't give a fuck
Easiest bands I'm running up
Talk on me and you fuck
Run my pad and get them bands
Yeah, bitch I'm with is
hurricane
Can't get by me
Come under my love
Feel the energy
Let go
Lay your burdens down
I am your shelter
You're safe from harm
Tornado, lightening,
pill flippers and killers
I chill in the slum, concede with my plug, I made a mil using my skillet
Get lean by the tub, I'll show you some love
You cop
in love with a stripper
You wanna know where Twista be on fifty
T-Pain invited me to Magic City
I'm about to have some fun 2001, in these pocket all
show 'em how we do, what we do and why
Keep ballin' in our ride, driving show, I pass 'em by
You see our paper, haters hating but it's still all good
nigga)
Me and you not the same, nigga (no)
Sippin' lean kill my pain, nigga
(lean, lean) strip club make it rain, nigga
I flex 'cause they wanna hate on me
could today
I'll love you 'til the day I die
Wanna spend every day with you
Nobody knows that they make me cry
When they carry on like they do
the wordplay
Power mixed with the defense
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young
Through Rough
We Number One Ain't Nothin' You Can Do
And If You Wanna Get Down We'll Rock You Too
So Free-Formin Y'all, Ya Don't Stop
Come On, Come
I say so
Don't wanna go to the pen, I'm hittin' fences
NARC's on a nigga back missin' me by inches
And they say how do you survive
Weighin'
you man wanna listen or you wanna get shot?
Keira's brother told me I should put you in a box
Well then do it then, what?
Tell Kyron fuck him
man, are you listening to me
Young man, young man, what do you wanna be?
Y.M.C.A., you'll find it at the Y.M.C.A.
No man, young man, does it all
Young nigga got that coke
Whip that dope like a bad child (whip, whip)
How you think about that coupe, with no roof?
Young nigga cashed out
Pass me
Wanted by the feds, they got to take me dead
But I got to get paid first
Before they roll me off
In the motherfucking hearse
'Cause I'm living the Thug
her
And drive by the projects while a nigger hollar
I let her drive the V
She's my pretty young thing
I let her ride with me
She's my pretty
We was faded, faded, you got one thing on your mind
You wanna love me, love me, ooh, only for tonight
Maybe, maybe
When I put you on that hood shit,
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