Lyrics:
the kitchen sink
Take me back to toon link
A young king, triforce was my only kink
Take me back to Toon Link
by the deli
Brody got booked for the pole
She lovin' me off wit the x's and o's
Said she want me put dick in her belly
Imma take that hoe back
dont understand
Always new knowledge, my mind expands
Like what, keep it a band
How people got mouth but they dont got no hands
Dont make sense, I dont
Yeah, let me talk my shit
Stayed down now young nigga really got that bag, lemme talk my shit
Stayed down now young nigga really got that bag, Yeah
A hundred whole bands made the AP glitch
She don't wanna fuck me, she wanna fuck my wrist
Tell her like Young Dro, "fuck that bitch" (I said fuck that bitch)
Here's my attempt to describe
How you make me feel so alive
I'll break it down one time
So listen line by line
Listen line by line
Listen line by
Ice-T, let me kick my credentials
A young player, bred in South Central
L.A., home of the bodybag
You wanna die, wear the wrong color rag
I used
AMG 65 on they ass
Burning rubber, I've been thumbing through the bands
Pockets poking out, I can't pull up my pants
Thinking back to when we didn't
was the masterplan (Masterplan)
No cap, I need bands by my side in a master bed (My bed)
I was almost down bad going through the rough times
But I got
cause they need to mind they business
Young Tootie is the name and my swag is the bling
That's why I'm three steps ahead of all you suckas in the game
built my house sittin' calm by a lake just for you to tear it down, I know that you hate
We ain't workin' no minimum wage
How the fuck you hatin', if you
Surrounded by negatives, Channel my anger
To send it right back my electrons unstable
Things that I thought I knew turned into fables
People I thought I trust,
about a band
Got my dollas up by stickin to the plan
Yea im running up a check just to split it with the fam
Gah damn gah damn gah damn
Getting money
…
How you not think I’m gon’ make it I’m a Star of David
…
Young & uneducated, that’s just how I played it
Shawty by my side I got my brothers wit
the gram
Ayy, she said Young Leek I like them bands
Walk a n***a down, n***a runnin' like the Runnin' Man
Balenciaga on me
Bitch these ain't from Pakistan
tellin you, ya know?)
Aiyyo
Never in a million years I'll imagine I'll get my thrills
By listening to squeals of PJ wheels
As we land I duck down, I
bands
2020 The boy been humble
21 (Now?) Y'all better run wow
I been running round around with the vets in a rookie town
Young bustas never keep the cool
heart done went missing
Working till I blister
Come check out my vision
Double over time gotta make it mine
Thought I was in love must be out my mind
I’m like baby is you shittin me
I got my bands up you nigga ain’t as lit as me
I put some bands up just for them to go and rip my jeans
All these
u all in
A ride if i fly in a jet in my hood u
Need a chopper might get by
Wit a techya hear me
My young got the chopper once he turn
Around it's
wit' myself, or ballin' wit' my crew
The skies is lookin' cloudy or Bahama water blue
I got that money on my mind, so tell me what it do
And if you
Caught a band in my hand Caught a band in my hand
Caiter in my hands Caught a couple bands in my hand
Cartier on my Jeans Cartier on my new fling
I'm back after a year of not making any albums last year
Y'all are gonna ask me if I'm finna slack again?
My answer is fuck no
I'd want to keep track
I'm back after a year of not making any albums last year
Y'all are gonna ask me if I'm finna slack again?
My answer is fuck no
I'd want to keep track
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