Lyrics:
a, timah name, rang-in
Major factor, Fed Ex
High-powered lawyers, and a
Young nigga havin' his way!
? and cry with his motherfucking nose in
too.
The steak place
The steak place
Via a carcass row
Things are brought forward and eaten,
I see the corners filled with hitmen,
Two young
and presidents wherever you are
Just cut a fucking check and I can bring you a star
Then read up on the deal, make them throw in the car
I got a young lawyer bitch
No one came here anymore
So he attacks the young lawyer
And now he is just a slave
Uhh
Now they arrived to London coast, with one man alive
They take
a tenant who needs help
They got a toothache something fierce
And their rent is in the mail
Oh, paging Dr. Reginald
Your young lawyer is on hold
He needs
the mulla) (ayy)
Baby As ur heart don burn make i recoil am
Be ur young engineer I go construct am
Baby I na egbu mmadu with ur bigi waist
But as young lawyer
is doing well
Young lawyer, his made it
Got a house, got a car
His made it
There is a question, everybody is asking
Why is a wife still missing?
mayores, mal educado
Resido en el país más marginal de latam
Ejerceré por vocación nunca por la plata
Young lawyer? Acaso no lo captas?
Rap elegante de saco
side, no way
Young niggas a sweep your whole mother side with that K
Thirty shots on thirty shots, we run up on you broad day
Lawyer money on lawyer
you love it
I came in the booth today to tell the truth to you factually, actually
What these rap niggas be rapping bout confuse the youth the young
fucking on niggas
I ain't young thug lawyer won't solve these killings
So I stay masked up whenever I'm drilling
Yeah
Baby pass my ski mask
Hold on
Throw it
I'll never fold
May never know
Niggas claiming like a lawyer, probably telling though
Young niggas out here, let the blammer go
Mixing mud with
If I die
Probably die as a young nigga
Probably die as a young nigga
If I die
Probably die as a young nigga
Probably die as a young nigga
If I die,
Monks, Street Lawyers Music
Rich young niggas
I'm the best in the city
But your money is superior to love
How can a weapons industry be respected
Paid in the souls of the young
And your lawyers devalue the human
Can you see
gotta do better
These times tougher leather time us to come together
I see judges and lawyers young scholars and teachers
Doctors and activists our next
Took away the rats, your rents ain't pay me
Now I'm back to lead you, will you follow me?
This time my checks come accordingly
Young boss, paying lawyer
young and senior lawyers
He has done it before with SBL
he will do it again as president
No gain saying Akpata is our man ye le le
Vote Akpata for NBA
Today I met a lawyer
Young but ready to retire
Trashed and tripping through the avenue
With eyes of sunken lead
He was choking on the past
And he
my life, you was saved by the bell
I was saved by the cocaine, ay!
Young boys with choppers, young boys with lawyers
We stand in the kitchen and whip
That shit ain't make no sense
I'm a million dollar lil young nigga
My lawyer in defense
Always gon' keep the dead on me
When the opps come they tense
was saved by the cocaine, ay!
Young boys with choppers, young boys with lawyers
We stand in the kitchen and whip out that work
All my life I
to checks I'll spend anything on ya
I know you think I'm trippin
But ain't no love on a corner unless a slug coming for ya
or in front of a judge wit a lawyer
divorce her
Live from my my cell electrical tape on my tape recorder, sucker shit
Don't blow your money young nigga pay your lawyer
Niggas is wrapped in
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