Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Young Niggas , by - Juicy J. Song from the album Smokin Session, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 21.01.2014
Record label: Eastside
Song language: English
Young Niggas |
| She go to school and she work out, I told her run that |
| Dippin', tires rippin' through the ground and I’ll be right back |
| Gettin' dough, she’s tryna figure out what I’m involved with |
| She actin' like she sad, attitude clogged, so I piped that |
| Man, I’m sippin' on some shit that is very strong |
| And it gave the kid hiccups |
| Ain’t nothin' wrong with these girls gettin' picked up |
| Damn, I can’t keep up my zipper |
| Cozy in my slippers, killin' shit off, do it off the richter |
| Go and take a picture if you need a visual |
| Got the type of grind something you can live for |
| Screamin' so loud in hopes that you hear, though |
| I get it back-to-back like Cap Sparrow |
| Young boy so raw, can’t have kids though |
| Out in Belgium, made some Euros |
| Go the wrong way, may see an arrow |
| But on the wrong day, things could get terrible |
| Then the road became so narrow |
| I can’t think who the fuck my hero |
| My young niggas, they strapped up |
| My young niggas, they down to shoot |
| My young niggas get money too |
| Twenty-two with a Bentley Coupe |
| I’ve been rich since a young nigga |
| Back then I had old money |
| I’ll slide off with your old lady |
| And beat that pussy like it stole from me |
| Get stupid paid — count it up |
| Old school, mounted up |
| Pullin' up on them bad bitches |
| My paint drip and they’re down to fuck |
| Got a bad bitch in my car |
| I’ve got loud in my cigar |
| And this bitch gon' give me brains |
| Soon as I put this bitch in park |
| Rich nigga with a lot of chips |
| Hood nigga with a model bitch |
| My blunt long, my pockets thick |
| My car faster than a rocket ship |
| We turnt up, we takin' off |
| She dressed up, she take it off |
| She bend it over, bust it open |
| I pop a pill, and break her off |
| Young niggas, we thuggin' out |
| My Rolex is flooded out |
| We hit the club, throw a hundred bands |
| Them stripper bitches be buggin' out |
| All this weed and liquor on my liver, lungs and kidneys |
| Bitch I’m ballin' 'til they get me |
| Let’s get high and keep it trippy |
| She love to fuck with young niggas (young niggas) |
| And lately I’ve been Audi or them Benzes |
| Free my niggas Cas, he got a sentence (got a sentence) |
| Only wife a chick that’s independent (independent) |
| I live fast, do it all, man |
| It’s checks out of town, so we gone then |
| If you ain’t bought your mom a house then you ain’t ballin' |
| I got that swag, gettin' cash, sayin' «aw man» |