22 spaceships in my private lot
While I make a water fountain in my girls private spot
Too much jealousy that's why niggas die a lot
Exploration of youth discovers pleasure once we find the pot Whip whip, mix mix
Everytime I f*ck a bitch I'm a Christmas dick
Wrapped up can't trust these hoes
Last one took two sticks Like she was holding a twix
Know the saying, a hoe with tips is many souls in a mix
Cross a boujie let a ghetto chick live like a movie star
She booking flights, im at the dealership selecting cars
Rubber burning every block f*ck a mask know who we are
Hungry nigga in a pool of sharks
Too roofless for Noah's ark
Maybe I just might learn how to live in peace one day
Maybe I just might learn to play for keeps one day
Opps got me walking every block like a run way
Licking off shots like it was my last drunk day
Said we on my nigga we on... Said we on my nigga we on
Said we on my nigga we on... my nigga we on
My nigga we on... (I Be!...) My nigga I'm gone
Drinking water everyday just make sure I take the piss
Don't speak on stories if you ain't there to take the risk
Don't flex money if your hands ain't there to make it flip
Don't dance for diamonds that's on another man's wrist
You niggas gotta learn how to hold your own dick
I did that, now i graduated to magazine models grips Huh so luscious
The way I crush it
Woulda thought I was the games crutches
The one who tipped the crabs in the bucket
The plug to socket
I'm the real shooting star
Real movie star
Action pack hero jumping through roofless spark
Too many dilemmas f*cking the game all my ways legendary Like her ass for ass shots but her face was made for missionary Either way you're hearing sections of its obituary
Killing these pussies while these rappers be missing cherries
I ain't missing any
What's real? Two hands can't consider many
That's because I come from under the cemetery, you feel me?
Said we on my nigga we on... Said we on my nigga we on... Said we on, on
Nigga I'm on
My nigga I'm Young
My nigga I'm on
My nigga I'm gone
Woah! ... Yeah
Thats the Young Shit Dumb Shit
Y4E Living, you know how we do... YOUNG
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22 spaceships in my private lot
While I make a water fountain in my girls private spot
Too much jealousy that's why niggas die a lot
Exploration of youth discovers pleasure once we find the pot Whip whip, mix mix
Everytime I f*ck a bitch I'm a Christmas dick
Wrapped up can't trust these hoes
Last one took two sticks Like she was holding a twix
Know the saying, a hoe with tips is many souls in a mix
Cross a boujie let a ghetto chick live like a movie star
She booking flights, im at the dealership selecting cars
Rubber burning every block f*ck a mask know who we are
Hungry nigga in a pool of sharks
Too roofless for Noah's ark
Maybe I just might learn how to live in peace one day
Maybe I just might learn to play for keeps one day
Opps got me walking every block like a run way
Licking off shots like it was my last drunk day
Said we on my nigga we on... Said we on my nigga we on
Said we on my nigga we on... my nigga we on
My nigga we on... (I Be!...) My nigga I'm gone
Drinking water everyday just make sure I take the piss
Don't speak on stories if you ain't there to take the risk
Don't flex money if your hands ain't there to make it flip
Don't dance for diamonds that's on another man's wrist
You niggas gotta learn how to hold your own dick
I did that, now i graduated to magazine models grips Huh so luscious
The way I crush it
Woulda thought I was the games crutches
The one who tipped the crabs in the bucket
The plug to socket
I'm the real shooting star
Real movie star
Action pack hero jumping through roofless spark
Too many dilemmas f*cking the game all my ways legendary Like her ass for ass shots but her face was made for missionary Either way you're hearing sections of its obituary
Killing these pussies while these rappers be missing cherries
I ain't missing any
What's real? Two hands can't consider many
That's because I come from under the cemetery, you feel me?
Said we on my nigga we on... Said we on my nigga we on... Said we on, on
Nigga I'm on
My nigga I'm Young
My nigga I'm on
My nigga I'm gone
Woah! ... Yeah
Thats the Young Shit Dumb Shit
Y4E Living, you know how we do... YOUNG
While I make a water fountain in my girls private spot
Too much jealousy that's why niggas die a lot
Exploration of youth discovers pleasure once we find the pot Whip whip, mix mix
Everytime I f*ck a bitch I'm a Christmas dick
Wrapped up can't trust these hoes
Last one took two sticks Like she was holding a twix
Know the saying, a hoe with tips is many souls in a mix
Cross a boujie let a ghetto chick live like a movie star
She booking flights, im at the dealership selecting cars
Rubber burning every block f*ck a mask know who we are
Hungry nigga in a pool of sharks
Too roofless for Noah's ark
Maybe I just might learn how to live in peace one day
Maybe I just might learn to play for keeps one day
Opps got me walking every block like a run way
Licking off shots like it was my last drunk day
Said we on my nigga we on... Said we on my nigga we on
Said we on my nigga we on... my nigga we on
My nigga we on... (I Be!...) My nigga I'm gone
Drinking water everyday just make sure I take the piss
Don't speak on stories if you ain't there to take the risk
Don't flex money if your hands ain't there to make it flip
Don't dance for diamonds that's on another man's wrist
You niggas gotta learn how to hold your own dick
I did that, now i graduated to magazine models grips Huh so luscious
The way I crush it
Woulda thought I was the games crutches
The one who tipped the crabs in the bucket
The plug to socket
I'm the real shooting star
Real movie star
Action pack hero jumping through roofless spark
Too many dilemmas f*cking the game all my ways legendary Like her ass for ass shots but her face was made for missionary Either way you're hearing sections of its obituary
Killing these pussies while these rappers be missing cherries
I ain't missing any
What's real? Two hands can't consider many
That's because I come from under the cemetery, you feel me?
Said we on my nigga we on... Said we on my nigga we on... Said we on, on
Nigga I'm on
My nigga I'm Young
My nigga I'm on
My nigga I'm gone
Woah! ... Yeah
Thats the Young Shit Dumb Shit
Y4E Living, you know how we do... YOUNG
Writer: BRANDON DUFFUS
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