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MBK DeYoungin

MBK DeYoungin is a musical artist known for their work in the hip-hop genre. They have gained attention for their distinct vocal style and introspective lyrics. more »

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I just been thinkin' out the box, I don't wanna be in those
Lately, I been followin' my heart, my brain never know
Oh, oh, my brain never know
Been followin' my heart, my brain never know
They throwing shade on me, every time they had their hand
But bitch, I'm still shinin', still turn out to be that man
To the point it feel like home, don't feel like home, yeah
I'd rather grab my Glock and slide on my own
Opps ain't on shit, make 'em cry on they way home
Secure the fire, then kiss the curb, bitch, I'm gone
Most niggas hoes, and they ain't even on what I'm on
I'll send a blitz, and I be chillin' back in the zone, uh
I'm, good, everywhere I kick it', (who who) Glock came with extension
Won't fit in my britches, (who who) you gon' see this blicky
I'll be damn they take my life, these niggas wanna kill me
Hating ass niggas on my dick, lil bitch, get off my jimmy
Glock hold 33, extendo, full clip it
Uh, let out 33, clean shells, fingerprint them
I ain't tryna hear what these bitches say that shit be nonsense
Turn up when gotta bag, she gon' leave when you ain't got shit
Two door, bitch can't ride with me, I'd rather have my dogs here
I'ma bust my blick for all my bros, won't never be no pallbearers
Tryna count a million, but I keep missing count
God said, it's all there
Ion want yo love lil baby so don't you fall here
You slide for me, that's what it is, that's what it's gon' be that's how it is
Lace up my boots and put my gloves on, I'm all in
Bop, Bop, Bop, Bop,
Damn, Damn, Glock, got kick
Slidin' clutching that fye through the city,
100 rounds inside this Honda Civic
Bitch, thanks, it's mines hell nah hoe this a rental
High off the gas went got the windows tented
She can't suck dick this bitch must be beginner
Just take his bitch and now she see he tender
Imma make that beat box, no instrumentals
It started small but this shit getting bigger
These niggas fake shit, can't get no realer
These niggas talk, but they be all pillow
Bite the dust, but this ain't no jigga
I Earned my stripes, bitch, I'm the big tigger
She ain't my type just like to vibe with her
Can't hang with me, you ain't got your own pistol
They bet not touch the guys imma up the fye,
I'ma send his ass to the sky for real
I don't need no hook, I'm just gon' punch in
I'mma up the score, bitch, I ain't scared to win
Big ass clip, I don't gotta reload to spin
3 of us got got Glocks, and now we in the fin
Turn to a ghost, bro, got the F and N
Bro masking up we call him kill bill
He ain't coming outside, Cause we gone slide for real These bullets hot, this ain't no fire drill
Rolling off that boy, might, lose my mind, for real
I check the watch and it's my time still
What you say? I can't hear it
Hit the gas might leave 'em in my rear,
I swear, God the only man I fear
I'm tryna make time for you, I ain't got time for real
I can feel my heart, when I be slidin' in that coupe racing
I just put the world in my hands, look how I'ma take it
Better nigga won't even play with my lil' brother, know, I'm gon' slide for Jason
Ain't ducking smokers anything about my family, bitch, Im straight facing

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