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Young Bleed Lyrics

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The Day They Made Me Boss Lyrics

Hey dog, you know who this is right?

 It's that G street shit nigga you know what I'm talkin about

 come on

 Southside, niggas make that money

 Make that ah ah

 Northside, niggas make that money

 Make that hah

 Eastside niggas make that money

 Make that ah ah

 Westside niggas make that money

 Make that

 Live life in legacy is my destiny nigga fo sho

 You know I'd rather take it slow doe

 Hoppin out the four door

 Ride

 Dramatized off in this game but it ain't no disrespecting myself

 So it ain't no disrespectin my game

 Can you hear me meng?

 Better watch where ya walkin if you talkin that shit

 Especially if you counterfeit

 Fuck around and get your wig split

 Tryna dig shit

 But really I ain't no murderer

 But hear me when I say

 Nigga I ain't never heard of ya

 Full of that weed

 I get to bellin on the block

 Doin bout fo-five

 Takin nathen from none a yall

 So you know I ain't no jive

 Nigga that's my mentality

 Whut

 Don't catch no casualty

 Nigga cause in reality

 Whut

 It's bout a salary

 Nigga I'm from a town called fresh

 Off your motherfuckin ass

 Steady mobbin to the gunblast

 Take a turn in my way

 See me playin wit my A.K.

 And smokin on some hay on Valentine's Day

 Nigga hah hear me say whut

 (Chorus)

 See me ridin cool as glide

 With my thang right by my side

 Suggesting ya'll put down your pride

 Cause only playa hatas die

 And ain't no love for the other side

 So ain't no way I'ma let it ride

 I-oh I oh I

 ( x2)

 Nigga come get some bump and put yo mug on and bitch meng

 Playa hatas gonna get served when I put my gloves on now get right

 When you interfere in my zone get caught up in a rapture

 You can't capture the kick crime bones and slap it ask hops

 

 Traveling through the hearts of men

 I can see all the sin we in

 Some of ya'l gonna pretend

 To the end and back again

 So it ain't no friends

 Hey now

 That's why I don't play nah

 You gonna hear a nigga say hah

 Give a fuck about none of ya'll

 Give a fuck about one time

 That's why I stay high till I die

 Steady countin my fetti

 Little nigga nuts to finally got heaven

 See me walkin wit a cowgirl don't know down to eleven

 To the back of a chevy

 Ready or not here I come

 So can I be the chosen one

 Noddin like a poppa don

 Click gettin ready to drop the bomb

 Booya bam you were here me say damn

 Steady walkin and talkin in the silence of the lambs

 And I cram to understand

 With a pistol in hand

 Impress another killin clan

 Tryna figure how a nigga just could kill a man

 Maybe cause he ain't feel the man

 My niggas got me trippin off the shit they play in my head

 Fatal visions of that infrared

 Nigga crucified on the cross

 In the land of the lost

 And resurrected

 On the day they made me boss in this motherfucker

 (Chorus)

 God bless the child that hold his own on the microphone

 Home alone and name is Corleone

 Tryna get it before its gone

 Hoppin in the cadillac broham

 And I'm on in time

 Feelin like the world is mine

 Single handedly on the grime

 Tryna stay away from one-time

 Don't mind but a gotta figure

 All these years if I pull this trigger

 With niggas chestin up like their nuts got bigger

 Cause bitches still hollerin thugs and my niggas

 Fore score about 24 years ago just a pimp ho

 Momma told me how the game go

 And it's still the same skinny nigga lookin for the rainbow

 To the top of the world if you ain't afraid

 Nigga let's get paid

 Hear me holler fuck em all

 If they bitch made

 Switchin like switch blade

 Hey naw that's why I don't play now

 You'll hear a nigga say hah

 Give a fuck about none a ya'll

 Give a fuck about one time

 That's why I stay high till I die

 Come back again to the hearts of men no longer living in sin

 Still smokin my weed sippin on a half pint of gin

 With a devilish grin

 JD's revenge

 In the lap of luxury

 It ain't no touchin me ho bitch

 Fuck wit me

 On a daily maybe

 Bosses
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