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L Young

L Young, also known as Lawrence Young, is an American musician and vocalist. He is known for his soulful and versatile voice, and his music often combines elements of R&B, soul, and gospel. L Young has released several albums, including "ReVerb," "Love Is a Verb," and "On Repeat." He is also a skilled instrumentalist, proficient in playing multiple instruments including keyboards and drums. L Young's music is often praised for its heartfelt lyrics, smooth vocals, and engaging performances. more »

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Almost got pulled over, but the cop couldn't stop me
Broke ass nigga, buying shit from the swap meet
Run up in your house, got us looking like a SWAT team
Mackin on your bitch, she out here tryna fuckin' top me
Tryna fuckin' top me, damn she getting freaky
Askin where she is, she out here with me every weekend
She gon' ride up on me, she gon' f*ck me till the weekend
Fucking with the red lights, got the bed creaking
Bitch buying clothes, but can't pay her rent
Buy a condom, nigga, or pay for a kid
I be off the drugs, family say I look sick
Got three bitches in the back of the whip
Lungs hurt, it's critical, I feel it in my ribs
All yo bitches drooling, better get they ass a bib
Captive and World Full of Evil, that's my fit
You ain't rocking that shit, then, nigga, you don't exist
F*ck with me, nigga, I'll put you on my list
Get yo ass blasted by hitters when I'm rich
Stomped out by karma, nigga, ain't that a bitch?
Nigga, where your money? In the toilet with my shit
In the toilet with my shit, you niggas is hella nasty
Pull up with the sticks like a nigga playing Tom Clancy
Automatic, I got the fits that look hella fancy
In a Wraith, or a big body Benz, you can't pass me
Got em running like a track meet
Ain't no rat, but I stack cheese
Clothing brand up on the way, cause you niggas be sellin whack tees
Minivan all up on my hip, I keep me a big piece
Niggas shit-talking, they breath be smelling like feces
Shut the f*ck up, I ain't ask for your two cents
405 to 710, nigga I'm cruising
They ask me how a nigga so buff, without juicing
You just want my money, you don't love me, love my music
In the big body whip, got it jumping
I'm getting turnt, we thinking nun of it
Popping all these percs, I can feel it in my stomach
Bitch, hella nervous, why the f*ck you hella rushing
Bang-ass bullets like that shit came from Russia
Big-ass clips, we don't do no discussion
Same-ass clique, up the blick, get to bussin
Ever since a jit with the bands, I've been crushing
Body stay big all the time, like the Calibur
Stay getting money, getting paid on the regular
Hit him in the spine, now that boy a fucking vegetable
Touching all these niggas with these bullets, they don't register
I'm in the mother-fucking jungle, where my sniper at?
Finna get a drop on his ass, where we find him at?
Finna send them missiles over there, we don't write him back
Niggas stay selling all the time, we can buy it back
Had to re-up off the plug, hit the interstate
Never show up, bitch, no love, don't communicate
Only put your trust in ya blood, what my niggas say
Finna put my trust, in my gun, just to keep me safe
Finna go check out the spot, cause you never know
007 with the blick, a true professional
We can get you hooked real quick, like it's fentanyl
Bad lil' vibe, yeah she came straight from Mexico

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