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letra de young nigga - 9lokknine

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[chorus]
yeah i’m a young n-gga, comin’ out the o from mercy drive
don’t be no dumb n-gga, tryna buck the jack, i do tote iron
don’t rap for fun n-gga, i’m livin’ what i rap in every rhyme
i see twelve n-gga, b-tch i’m burnin’ up, it’s time to slide
yeah i’m a young n-gga, comin’ out the o from mercy drive
don’t be no dumb n-gga, tryna buck the jack, i do tote iron
don’t rap for fun n-gga, i’m livin’ what i rap in every rhyme
i see twelve n-gga, b-tch i’m burnin’ up, it’s time to slide (i’m gone)

[verse 1]
young n-gga, all about the check, i’m tryna blitz
head first, i think we fell in love with hittin’ l!cks
f-ck a schoolhouse, i’m in the bricks, i’m posted in your sh-t
jitterbugs, we creepin’, tryna come up off a flip
ain’t talkin’ gymnastics, this the quickest way here to get flipped
flashing on the internet, get all your items took
free lil draco tay, they got my brother hooked and booked
sick sh-t’s in the system, n-ggas tellin’, n-ggas shook
took the pound, when he touched down, they screamin’ january fifth
my lil shooter, he be wildin’, he want neck and up, no hip
deets was out the county, we just goin’ on a trip
lil five doin’ deals, got to sock it on the zips

[chorus]
yeah i’m a young n-gga, comin’ out the o from mercy drive
don’t be no dumb n-gga, tryna buck the jack, i do tote iron
don’t rap for fun n-gga, i’m livin’ what i rap in every rhyme
i see twelve n-gga, b-tch i’m burnin’ up, it’s time to slide
yeah i’m a young n-gga, comin’ out the o from mercy drive
don’t be no dumb n-gga, tryna buck the jack, i do tote iron
don’t rap for fun n-gga, i’m livin’ what i rap in every rhyme
i see twelve n-gga, b-tch i’m burnin’ up, it’s time to slide (i’m gone)

[verse 2]
i told my n-gga bring your glock ’cause we gon’ scope it out in peace
no listerine, ain’t talkin’ mouthwash, but b-tch we on the lip
remember striking in the fusion when we leave them crackers hit
so now we playin’ catch up, left him mustard, he a snitch
i’m that y-u-n-g-e-n, that youngin with the sh-ts
no diarrhea, ain’t no smellin’, just the way a n-gga drip
they think i got her in the spare, no man she f-cked up off this d-ck
so now her daddy hating on me, tellin’ lies just like a b-tch
i’m ’bout to nut all in his daughter, leave that ho to pay the rent
he got these crackers all against me, i can’t even talk or vent
i think they tappin’ all the lines, that’s why i speak in code and sh-t
my n-gga droppin’ dimes, we just gon’ call him bruh ten cent

[chorus]
yeah i’m a young n-gga, comin’ out the o from mercy drive
don’t be no dumb n-gga, tryna buck the jack, i do tote iron
don’t rap for fun n-gga, i’m livin’ what i rap in every rhyme
i see twelve n-gga, b-tch i’m burnin’ up, it’s time to slide
yeah i’m a young n-gga, comin’ out the o from mercy drive
don’t be no dumb n-gga, tryna buck the jack, i do tote iron
don’t rap for fun n-gga, i’m livin’ what i rap in every rhyme
i see twelve n-gga, b-tch i’m burnin’ up, it’s time to slide (i’m gone)

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