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down, pop trunk, I'm out that H-town

[Verse 4: Yungstar]
Out H-town, showing surround by sound
Yesterday y'all got mad when I shown nothing but round
I'm

that ransom
Leg up by the stove when I chef that bomb ting
Spread up the kitty, drip, drip, I'm handsome (and it's the)

Gun show, I dropped

This probably the hardest thing
I’ve ever wrote
I love you boy
What up block I miss you king
And I just wanna see your face
I’m trying to hold it

When i’m working
I hit my chooch
I hate twerking
My balls slap gooch
Like what i’m serving
Give me a smooch
I play with light sabers
Make the sounds

afford
Roc Nation brunch, I'm drunk as a skunk
I hit the stage and everybody shake they rump
Jay Z said "Boy you got it going on!"
Beyoncé know the words

said ya work was foo
Didn't you niggas hear Dying Down
Mills and PopFromTheBlokk boy we mastered this sound
The Art Of War for you might be a new concept

you fall off the horse
Make my voice sound hoarse
Bring that ass here miss
Get her done
Like a chore
SFL white boy
Yeah I live by the shore
And I know

Raised by my momma, yup
Play for Toronto son
Got game, so from the ladies
Get a lot of love
I aint tryna brag, I aint gassed
Nope, not at all, hot

You by my side gotta keep you close cause you my bro

When the money coming in you know we stunting on them niggas
Ain't never had shit
Excuse the way

the takeover, finna sound like JAY
And don’t let no one tell you that they hold the game 
Ca-

Running 2's with Mitch, told em hit me on the backdoor
Hesi blow-by my defender, throw the lob up to Jay Leo
D1 dreams from the K, keep on working lil Devo

winning niggas winning

Yeah I'm on in this bitch who
Hating cause they can't get on
I'm looking for the same run Jay
Z and Dame went on baby and Wayne

It's in my heart, i don't need no guidelines
Jay Islandd, Courtesy what can be a better duo?
Don't answer that because you know
Building up my

and then Jay z
I really mean this don't argue w Me

I think they're perfect
And that makes me worthless
Argue myself and it's hurtin
Play em and closin my

Killing shit in the matrix
Never stop what I do
Never sound basic
But face it
Women judge a book by its cover 
And to me that's racist
I just wanna do me
I

I got the news yesterday
Remember the first time I smoked them special herbs I elevate
I was tryna sound like Nas, sound like B.I.G, sound like Jay
I

ain't Jay-Z
We can put the star to your head like it's Macy's
I done drop too many albums shit, I was 18
The reason why I got this name, shout out to my

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Ya boy was living was crazy
Fast paced
In some Nikes
Now I'm big chilling
By the beach
Wit a Latina
My game cleaner
Funky
Like paint thinnner
I'm

that boy is a bawler
Shout out to jay cause that nigga my brother
Shout out to quan yeah that boy is a stunner
Honesty I just be craving them hunids

lakeside
Tires on screech boy, welcome to the Bayside
Who got your subwoofers jumping
Rolling down your block, it sound like King Kong krumping
Put me on any

black color car
Hood nigga fuck a star
Henny had a sound its mine hitting another bar
Y'all don't wanna rap no more these niggas boy band'ing
Jones

scream for a face fuck
I'm laced up, want Dior and glazed cuffs
And a resource to get Gs stored like Jay does
With metaphors I'm greater, guess I'm Norman

(Dám)
Mý zmrdi jsou ready, nikdy nebudem o hladu (Ah)
Nejsi G, píčo, more, ty fakt nejsi z favely (Boy)
Na prstech mám jako Thanos ranec velký kameny