| You’re a Genius McFly
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| AI
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| It’s the carters son
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| Turn me up a lil
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| Picture me new 3D denim I’m city rollin (rollin)
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| But did I mention this my own clothes
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| The fuck you mean
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| Made nigga bought me own rollie
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| But if them crackers pull me over they gon say I stole it
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| 4 mornin we on it
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| I went bought two S trophies
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| My father left my sis and bros to them I feel I owe it
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| But let’s not be heroic
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| Cause everybody roguish
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| They don’t want us to totin guns but they let the fuckin killas tote it
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| Let’s take a ride and see tho
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| Where them people be tho
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| Colt.45 they gripped his iron bought this bitch from kasino
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| Soprano no soprino
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| We live life like Yung Bino
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| Had a show in Bimo after that post on the block with Chino (imma hustlin
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| mothefucka)
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| Look for a star on every hunnid c note
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| I’m the top on youtube
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| Fuck a new school ion use no b votes
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| These niggas round me they to cruel
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| They bust tools
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| And die for me tho
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| I don’t pay money for no life
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| The murder pay off me so
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| Came out alright
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| But I’m black and from the life I can’t see tho (nawfside, in the field,
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| 4kt bitch)
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| Got juveniles on the block 30 stick hangin out the Glock
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| Bandanna tied round the clip
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| And they go all out for me tho
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| Sucked all the pain up
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| Let’s fuck the game up
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| Plenty niggas on the block pushin that rock (Mr.Carters Son)
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| You got yo change up
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| They brought yo name up
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| When it’s war we wet they block
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| And when it’s set this shit’ll never be pain
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| I can’t say I’m fucking with all this evolving
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| These niggas ain right and they ballin
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| I don’t give a fuck (no)
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| I call up Osama my papa
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| Like load up and come and rob all them (rob all them)
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| Venezuela be there later
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| My first trip to Georgia made us
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| So keep play with that bitch
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| Double G NBA native
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| I wish baptism could’ve saved us
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| Never bunk until the grave in
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| Excuse ourself knock on the tables
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| I make her pussy bite the pain
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| I can’t say I’m fucking with all this evolving
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| These niggas ain right and they ballin
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| I don’t give a fuck (no)
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| I call up Osama my papa
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| Like load up and come and rob all them
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| Came out alright
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| But I’m black and from the life I can’t see tho
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| Got juveniles on the block 30 stick hangin out the Glock
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| Bandanna tied round the clip
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| And they go all out for me tho |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Carter Son , by - YoungBoy Never Broke Again. Song from the album AI YoungBoy 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп