Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Young Niggaz, artist - Frayser Boy. Date of issue: 01.03.2004
Song language: English
Young Niggaz |
| You lucky this is personal nigga… |
| I ain’t gonna kill you ova no woman |
| Don’t you ever in your fuckin' life bite hand that feed you nigga |
| Juicy J this Juicy J that |
| You know what I put have you niggas |
| In the game you know what I’m sayin |
| From day one you betta check yo muthafuckin |
| Self nigga fuck you bitches |
| Cross ass no good sorry excuse For A Real Nigga! |
| We gettin wild in da club maine they can’t control us young niggas |
| We gettin buck in da club maine they can’t control us young niggas |
| We gettin crazy in da club maine they can’t control us young niggas |
| We gettin krunk in da club maine they can’t control us young niggas |
| I got a ass whoopin recipe if you next to me |
| It can get real messy G if you testin me |
| Imma grown maine can’t nothin earn the respect life my tone can |
| Young niggas in the club sippin on some bud |
| Throwin chairs maine not giving a fuck |
| Frayser Boy all in this bitch nigga I don’t give a shit |
| Leave bleeding breathin on the floor wit yo wig split so-uh |
| Sippin on this cron this time I’m not so friskay |
| Im bout to bust a cowards head nigga don’t you tempt mae |
| Drunk as fuck they why I’m buck my attitude is shittay |
| Reppin Bay so don’t you play Memphis is the citay |
| Take a bitch beat a bitch drama Imma handle it |
| Juicy J and Frayser Boy nothin is more scandalous |
| Have you in some bandages |
| When you in the poppin shot |
| If they pulled me out the club I buck em in the parking lot |
| Once again its yo friend mixin orange juice with gin |
| On the slabs shootin dice makin money choppin ends |
| Who dat boy who that bitch who da one I know is lame |
| Who da one that took my checks but in the street he down my name |
| Yes its real and I wanna appeal Juicy J fufill |
| Niggas dreams gave them level steems whats the deal |
| Why yo skill is to take me out bitch I’m like a shield |
| Made of steel and I will kill but I’m bout this meal |
| Is it cash cause the fast cash got you niggas mad |
| Got you ridin lookin for this pimp betta check yo nav |
| You gon mildew a barbecue what is stoppin you but you kno I carry a tone or |
| Two shouldn’t been robin you just forgot what me you had something I would push |
| The gate back you push my last button |
| Ain nigga scared boy I ain’t neva ran back down from you crossers |
| Bitch I never can |