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Performed By: Youngen Lethal
Length: 2:45
Written by: Lee Joyce-Burden




Youngen Lethal - Raw Verses Lyrics




Yo, Get outta my way cuz im on patrol
Mother f*ckers move cuz im f*cking on a roll
Im feeling really bold and im not going cold
Youngen lethals back and I'm feeling really gold
Like
I just wanna show you what I can do
I can spit these bars f*cking through and through
Make these cunts stick to ya head like glue
Double time on this bitch like it's f*cking new
Aye

And I got some shit coming out the back o my mind
I feel really sick and im f*cking on time
With yo bitch in the back o my ride
Feeling really right
Sorry to say bruh, But now shes mine
And im going to the club
With the vip
Everyone looking at me
Feeling really g
An I got the green
Put a tab on me
Just chuck a f*cking tab on me bro

And I come back with some really sick shit
Like oh my god cunts, Im the f*cking sickest
Dont bother playing da f*cking victom
Cuz ill f*ck ya up like a f*cking twister
Disrespect me in my own f*cking house
I'll put you down make you look like da clown
Maybe put ya underwater
Make ya f*cking drown?
Cement f*cking shoes to tie ya f*cking down?

Now im really over this writing shit
I slay bars and what?
Noone hears it?
I know it might be because of my rep
But that doesnt interject the fact
That im slaying this crap
An I gotta say something real quick
I just wanna f*ck your f*cking bitch
An I know she's down for this dick
Sorry But we leavin real quick

Now I come back with a f*cking raw verse
An I kill it and I put it in a mother f*cking hurse
Rip it up and put it in the mother f*cking dirt
An I put you down and I make you f*cking hurt
Now I Really gotta say that im f*cking over it
Everyone f*cking plays games
And I really gotta put you in a mother f*cking grave and pray to god that I f*cking stay sane

Like mcdonalds I mclovit
I just wanna put a bun in ya oven
Not inside you, The other
Im a crazy f*ck
Thats made out of luck
An every day I just run a muck
Im f*cking sorry boo
Thats me too
And I just wanna f*ck around like we used to
But we cant cuz ya f*cking got him too
So how about ya let us meet up
So I can run rings around this cunt
Then go back to my home so we can f*cking blaze up
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Yo, Get outta my way cuz im on patrol
Mother f*ckers move cuz im f*cking on a roll
Im feeling really bold and im not going cold
Youngen lethals back and I'm feeling really gold
Like
I just wanna show you what I can do
I can spit these bars f*cking through and through
Make these cunts stick to ya head like glue
Double time on this bitch like it's f*cking new
Aye

And I got some shit coming out the back o my mind
I feel really sick and im f*cking on time
With yo bitch in the back o my ride
Feeling really right
Sorry to say bruh, But now shes mine
And im going to the club
With the vip
Everyone looking at me
Feeling really g
An I got the green
Put a tab on me
Just chuck a f*cking tab on me bro

And I come back with some really sick shit
Like oh my god cunts, Im the f*cking sickest
Dont bother playing da f*cking victom
Cuz ill f*ck ya up like a f*cking twister
Disrespect me in my own f*cking house
I'll put you down make you look like da clown
Maybe put ya underwater
Make ya f*cking drown?
Cement f*cking shoes to tie ya f*cking down?

Now im really over this writing shit
I slay bars and what?
Noone hears it?
I know it might be because of my rep
But that doesnt interject the fact
That im slaying this crap
An I gotta say something real quick
I just wanna f*ck your f*cking bitch
An I know she's down for this dick
Sorry But we leavin real quick

Now I come back with a f*cking raw verse
An I kill it and I put it in a mother f*cking hurse
Rip it up and put it in the mother f*cking dirt
An I put you down and I make you f*cking hurt
Now I Really gotta say that im f*cking over it
Everyone f*cking plays games
And I really gotta put you in a mother f*cking grave and pray to god that I f*cking stay sane

Like mcdonalds I mclovit
I just wanna put a bun in ya oven
Not inside you, The other
Im a crazy f*ck
Thats made out of luck
An every day I just run a muck
Im f*cking sorry boo
Thats me too
And I just wanna f*ck around like we used to
But we cant cuz ya f*cking got him too
So how about ya let us meet up
So I can run rings around this cunt
Then go back to my home so we can f*cking blaze up
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Writer: Lee Joyce-Burden
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