Lyrics:
Young Nations (Yeah yeah)
I run this city I own this bitch
I don’t need a Rolex niggaz know that I’m rich
Black credit card I got a black X6
Sealed
she, she wanna chill and watch Netflix (Netflix)
I wanna mix Benzo and press bricks
I wanna book flights for my next trip
Move, moved on, now I've
blinded
By the city lights
Had a chance but you shoulda
Kept your legs closed
I on the pillow, how the day goes
You're assed out like somebody
Tryna save
Cause she say she don't need it
And I be wrong, to play an eye for an eye
But see her devilish ways
Can stay and see me rolling on by
Hateful bitch
town
Don't understand why I won't let these suckas drown, ill break it down
Man, I recall you used to hit me up to chill
Now you hide from your
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
YFL suko 48100
Jesteśmy w suce czyli in this bitch
Nie chcę słuchać clique
Moja hoe ciągle jest on fleek
and I never would find,
I wrote a letter dear lover of mine
And it goes.. And it goes...
Verse 1: Brown sugar skin tone, you've been kissed by the sun,
escape
That's why you stay awake, can't sleep
And he's got super senses
Like Marlon Wayans of Senseless
So sensitive
Affected by the past and the present
you like Tito
I get pussy like a free throw
I get cheese like a Cheeto
You love that girl, she with me though
By the water, palm trees
I got codeine
fuck
It I will run for president by 2026
I got friends labelled millionaires
Who never sleep
And only eat at the spots that got the
Name
love
That’s what we do for lust
That’s we for _
That’s what we do for us
She wanna chill with a boss
You can hand me the bill what It cost?
She know I’m
bullshit and see me snitch
Hopin' some AIDS ho bitch'll leave me sick like
I'm a sucker for love with some easy dick
I did dirt through my days but hid my
you time to get your EQ's right! Uh yeah, as Pimp C would say,""Smoke something, bitch!"" I see the more i get more cheese, the more greedy niggas have
can't eat what you can't kill
Seventh level of heaven where the saints chill
Spilling holy water filling up the gutter lane
Blasphemy you calling out
chill
So he bringing them hell, I'm fresh out of jail
It's time to prevail gotta kill you niggas or my name isn't Nell
Denzel with the blues, bet they
you not with me trying to eat
Than let's go our separate ways
How the fuck y'all niggas chill
When y'all behind on bills?
I made enough to take
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
Look, I'm stuck in my feelings, I feel like I'm losin' it
Look, been in this game, I still feel like I'm
can't help but fart loud
So be proud, momma shake that shit
Don't feel intimidated by that boney lil' bitch
I order number three with a super-sized
to bring my feed up
'cause yesterday, in the fish tank, a bitch nigga got ate
And beat up, I'm blowin', stick after stick
But stayin' on my water game,
a bitch, so just face it (face it)
When out of control, that mouth piece is dangerous
Know when to put the clamp on, chill out, put ya breaks on
You better
loco, and year nine fezzo
And yo, how would you feel if your cap got peeled
By an looney b.g and hard is steel, so chill
For an second while I wrecked
niggie got shot up on Bristol
'nother little niggie lock, cause they blew the whistle
Last little niggie did the same bitch shit his little sister
This
{Chorus} x2
You ain't heard the last of me
Got niggaz down on my team that will blast for me
I'm that sound in the dark
That brings a chill
a bitch better
And ine said she saw John
I'm jst hear fr d thread like a surgeon
Am just here for the joint like the surgeon
Orthopedically speaking omo
.jpg/204px-Ludacris_2008_(cropped).jpg "Ludacris")
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