Lyrics:
Yo what's up guys welcome to the Nasy podcast
It is your host, King Squishy
And welcome to this lovely album we call "The Youngins"
So today I got
sung
Album number 2
Be on the way, East L.A
Straight to Brooklyn
SoHo, SoCals, what we aim
I don’t work to live
I live to work on all my own terms
After
a half
And made it somethin
Don't need these bitches
I'm surrounded by da junkies
Won't hold that choppa
If that bitch don't hold 100
Won't point no finger
stalker
Words thrillin', so real they're chillin', the hit author
Gettin' louder than a shot gun, you don't want none
Rhyme pays was the name of the album
I'm jus' tryna get by quick
I'm tryna drop my shit
I just wanna know when I'm gon' get my hit
Patience ain't enough I get it
I hope y'all respect my
crisis that I'm in
Don't chime in
Front block like a line men
No longer co-sign it
Album two, you'll get what that line meant
Clearing shit up just like my
Got it straight from source that it was just a fad
But sometimes I can't help it and then I feel sad
"So you got rejected, move on, take the hit
The lyrics specific, the ocean Pacific
The album explicit and I'm only spitting the truth
And if by lake or by river the water be working, the Nibo be lurking
six albums in two years and
Every damn one hit the Billboards
And I kicked a twist and hit number two with
That country album that I made for 'em
Then
Beats being me
Rich by 24 now bests being me
Nigga I was just broke now
"When my Album drop bitches gone by it for the picture
And niggas gone buy it
yet
I'm bouta hit two reps, I ain't started yet, no sweat, she'll get it all down I bet
They don't fuck with a prophet, I'm proud of it
Play a type
the hoes
My brody, he don't fight, dawg, duh, he got a pole
I been waitin' for to drop a album, I know this gon' be cold
Know, I can right and I can
worries at home
This place, make you wanna float
When it comes to laziness, we are the goats
(Chorus)
Eyy, please Take it slow
Don't run around, this
How freaky can you get to a long fat dick
Hella freaky like i said to a song that hit
I'm the dirty rapper Too Short, the triple X
Run up in
I rip this
I'm glad not sad I flipped this, now can I get a witness
[Chorus]
Can I get a witness, can I hit a, never been ?? fitness
Don
Don’t want nobody to die
Don’t want to have to ride but in this game
I guess that’s just the way
I guess that’s just the way have it your way
It’s
Just keeps reminding us of the struggles
They start pulling up pictures
Of us getting hit
By dogs and firehoses and all that
You know like, my daughter
but the fans was with me
Know my name around the world but it still ain't hit me
All the talent in the world and they still don't get me
I didn't
Yeah! That's the beat right there.
I'm about to black out with 100 bars on some professional shit.
So don't try this at home yo.
Yo yo yo
I needed to grow up a little first
Well, looks like I hit a growth spurt
But I'm coming for closure
Don't suppose an explanation I'm owed for
I needed to grow up a little first
Well, looks like I hit a growth spurt
But I'm coming for closure
Don't suppose an explanation I'm owed for
Tryna play and the K spray
It's equipped with the beam
All you rap niggas
Full of cap
My shit better than most
And I don't even rap
Hidden Gem album
settle this
No, you are not my friend, lil bitch
Don't fuck with hoes just like I'm celibate
Album of the year for the hell of it
I say, oh my, oh my, oh
a fuck who it is
Don't let em fuck yo' paper man, please Big
Focus your mind man, do your albums, make them hot joints
Man fuck these niggaz man
Fuck
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