| That’s a hundred on when them guns start cocking
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| Molly on my tongue, got my jaw still locking
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| Hundred youngins in the cut, they quick to run a nigga pop
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| Hundred rounds on when them guns start cocking
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| baby mama pussy feeling cocky
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| I’ma youngin, they bussin, they pop and run that pussy pocket
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| Hundred rounds on them when them guns start cocking
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| Molly still on my tongue, got my jaw still locking
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| .44, cock it, shoot it
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| Bitch, go prostitute it
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| My jaw still locking, screamin' «Fuck the prosecutor»
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| Bells on deuces
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| Jury still Gucci, tell that
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| My jaw still lockin'
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| Sippin' on ain’t no question I’ma buss it
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| Chopper flashin' like a camera, call that bitch Lil' Kodak
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| Youngins in the cut with hundreds switch it, stitches
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| Servin' junkies, jumpin' the fences, bells on the benches
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| Balmain my in my mama kitchen
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| Trigger finger still itching
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| I missed bitches
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| stick, we vibing
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| Got my jaw still locking, I can’t talk to the bitch
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| Got a hundred on my thighs
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| Bitch, I’m fifty rich
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| I just hundred green guys
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| hundred deep, I’m wit' a hundred rude boys
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| What the fuck my mama tell her son to go to school for?
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| We whippin' up dope in a pot
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| Put that dick on a thot, ooh
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| That’s a hundred on when them guns start cocking
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| Molly on my tongue, got my jaw still locking
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| Hundred youngins in the cut, they quick to run a nigga pop
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| Hundred rounds on when them guns start cocking
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| baby mama pussy feeling cocky
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| I’ma youngin, they bussin, they pop and run that pussy pocket
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| Hundred rounds on them when them guns start cocking
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| Molly still on my tongue, got my jaw still locking
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| Clutchin' on a red bag, you can call me Rocky
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| Broke my wrist inside a
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| Draco, lemon squeeze
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| I see you watchin', pocket watchin'
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| on this carat, got me lookin' Liberace
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| Young and crippin' wit' the ice, just chop you like a
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| My jaw still locking, I wake up, go get the
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| Ay, fuck it right across the street from
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| All I want was top, ay, right back to the spot
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| Blue Benjamin, time to count it
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| Forgialo mountain
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| in Atlanta
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| sippin' so fill my script
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| so put all on the counter
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| I double clip the
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| That’s a hundred on when them guns start cocking
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| Molly on my tongue, got my jaw still locking
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| Hundred youngins in the cut, they quick to run a nigga pop
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| Hundred rounds on when them guns start cocking
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| baby mama pussy feeling cocky
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| I’ma youngin, they bussin, they pop and run that pussy pocket
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| Hundred rounds on them when them guns start cocking
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| Molly still on my tongue, got my jaw still locking |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Youngins , by - Pee Wee Longway. Song from the album The Blue M&M 4, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп