| Yeah
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| Just call me young
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| My money grown though, by the way
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| Ha ha, let’s go
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| Ha ha ha, Young, you already know what time it is
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| Let’s go
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| Said I’m young by the way, the one by the way
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| I ain’t trippin' I just do this shit for fun by the way
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| The truth by the way, the proof by the way
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| Mr. Front up on me know I’m gonna shoot by the way
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| I said it’s on by the way, I’m in the zone by the way
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| You can call me Mr. Get 'Em gone by the way
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| I did it by the way, I was with it by the way
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| I talk it like I did it cause I lived it by the way
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| What ya say Young
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| The boy might go nuts, holes in niggas just like donuts
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| My kreme be krispy, these niggas can’t get me
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| Must be the wrong size cause these niggas can’t fit me
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| Never let 'em play me, never let 'em bullshit me
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| If they ever bullshit me, send the coroner to get me
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| And when the coroner come get me, I’mma take you pussies with me
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| I ain’t trustin' 12 shots, you know I keep them choppers with me
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| And I don’t trust you Bumba clots, you know I keep them shotta’s with me
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| Can’t let the goons get bored, gotta keep them niggas busy
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| And I ain’t trustin' nobody, so I took my money with me
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| Cause last time they got me get me get me
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| Stay on it by the way, I want it by the way
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| Take it to ya mama’s mama house where everybody stay
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| Where everybody sleep, leave everybody sleep
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| Have a baby by who, that’s everybody’s freak
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| Baby like a drycleaners, done seen everybodys sheets
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| Take 'em straight to the hood, let everybody eat
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| I went down they went down, now everybody cheap
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| Or should I say cheaper maybe even lower
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| Ya’ll niggas gettin' missed if ya’ll talk any slower
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| Then ya flow a be screwed, now that a be rude
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| I demand my respect, plus I gotta sack
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| Had the Westside crackin' ask about in the map
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| I turned a brick into a clothing line, a Boost commercial
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| And they still talkin' yola, so who’s commercial?
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| Young like Noah I move them birds by the two
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| Daddy need to smoke, the coupe need a pair of shoes
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| I keep my A.I. |
| on still won’t cross over
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| I gotta half a box left I think I need more soda
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| Hustlin'' since I was ten still ain’t met Sosa
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| I just got this thing in it’s too big for a holster
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| They say I’m bipolar so indecisive
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| So muthafuckin' what I know some bitches who like it
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| The real niggas recite it, the real bitches they love it
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| It’s just the way that I thug it it’s what they want I’m like fuck it |