| Young Nigga World
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| Yeah
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| You know…
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| I’ma keep that shit a hunnid K
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| Runnin' up the racks, couldn’t fit inside the safe
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| Quarter million dollars on the motherfuckin' Wraith
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| Quarter million dollars on the motherfuckin' eight
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| I’ma keep that shit a hunnid K
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| Pull up on my brother, we gon' spray
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| Nigga tried to take my chain, not today
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| Gotta pull up on his ass with the SK
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| Bang, bang, bang, bang, oh
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| Bang, bang, bang, bang, oh
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| Ayy, and this here gets lonely, the fuck are we kiddin'?
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| Lord, please forgive me for all of this sinnin'
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| I would not ever change on you, lil' baby
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| I promise I love you, and never would put no one body above you
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| But you ever try me
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| Then I gotta fuck you with big F&N and lil' pistol, ugh
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| I might just fuck on your sister, ugh
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| We put the Glock to your mister and mistress
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| Lil' bitch, don’t you play with my gang 'cause we killin'
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| Bitch shit, nigga, diarrhea
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| I don’t want that bitch if she got gonorrhea
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| Pull up on a nigga, onomatopoeia
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| I’m in New York, but these niggas still my sons
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| Shawty wanna fuck, she wanna play, some fun
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| I’ma keep that shit a hunnid K
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| Runnin' up the racks, couldn’t fit inside the safe
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| Quarter million dollars on the motherfuckin' Wraith
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| Quarter million dollars on the motherfuckin' eight
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| I’ma keep that shit a hunnid K
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| Pull up on my brother, we gon' spray
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| Nigga tried to take my chain, not today
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| Gotta pull up on his ass with the SK
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| Bang, bang, bang, bang, oh
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| Bang, bang, bang, bang, oh
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| Ayy, and this here gets lonely, the fuck are we kiddin'?
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| Lord, please forgive me for all of this sinnin'
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| I could feel it through the wire when you talk to me baby
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| Wanna put you in a motherfuckin' Phantom, no Mercedes
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| Blatt, blatt, pull up with a fuckin' TEC
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| Niggas wanna know because we gettin' to the check
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| How she wanna fuck but she can’t even give me neck?
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| I might just pull up on 'em with the set, uh
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| Kick that fuck nigga from the beehive
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| Hit him with the Glock, go to beehive
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| And if a nigga ever try to rob me
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| Call them Crips up, they bomin' from the C-hive
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| I’ma keep that shit a hunnid K
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| Runnin' up the racks, couldn’t fit inside the safe
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| Quarter million dollars on the motherfuckin' Wraith
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| Quarter million dollars on the motherfuckin' eight
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| I’ma keep that shit a hunnid K
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| Pull up on my brother, we gon' spray
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| Nigga tried to take my chain, not today
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| Gotta pull up on his ass with the SK
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| Bang, bang, bang, bang, oh
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| Bang, bang, bang, bang, oh
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| Ayy, and this here gets lonely, the fuck are we kiddin'?
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| Lord, please forgive me for all of this sinnin'
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| The team, Young, Young, Young Nigga World
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| Promise I will never betray you (Yeah) |