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letra de young og - b free (rapper)

yeah
yeah
yeah
(no no no no no)

[hook}
i don’t do beef, aye
i be riding through the city with my ice still on
and my neck on freeze, aye
i ain’t tripping tell n-ggas come and get me if they want
i’m a young og
yeah, oh
i’m a young og (x2)

[verse 1]
aye, these are thousand dollar shoes n-gga
i ain’t tripping, blame the drip, i’m a smooth n-gga
if they shooting dawg, i don’t know who did it
if i was bussin’ out that b-tch i’m like, move n-gga
move b-tch, get out the way
i was bussin’ out the window, now i’m bussin’ out the safe like
move b-tch, get out my face
these are thousand dollar frames
cartier’s on my face
if you touch them it’s a motherf-cking homicide
i got some shooters and some k!llers that be down to ride
you touch my chain, it’s a motherf-cking suicide
won’t say no names, but they treat it like it’s do or die
oh, yeah
i can’t f-ck with n-ggas cause they always on that fake sh-t
i can’t shoot the pistol cause a n-gga on probation
i can’t get the neck cause shawty always want to say sh-t
all i’m trying to say is
[hook]
i don’t do beef, aye
i be riding through the city with my ice still on
and my neck on freeze, aye
i ain’t tripping tell n-ggas come and get me if they want
i’m a young og
yeah, oh
i’m a young og (x2)

[bridge]
i can’t f-ck with a n-gga that be talking all of that sh-t, so
i pull up on my momma its a problem we’ll get it fixed, yeah
i can’t stop getting money till’ i’m filthy paid and i’m rich, yeah
i can’t f-ck with you, little b-tch ass hoe

[verse 2]
yeah, i ain’t never worried bout no beef sh-t
cause we’d be out here shooting for no reason
you born with the game you can’t teach it
peep the fit and the drop, got her sea sick
yeah, i’d ride with my dawg
right hand to the bible imma lie for my dawg
understand this i’ll shine with my dawg
and if it all goes down i’ll die for my dawg
cause i’m a real stunner
a real big stunner
in the field with the gang, ice on me in the summer
with the chain, chest
never, pressed
only fear two things that’s god and the feds
singing, “everybody get your roll on, everybody get your motherf-cking roll on”
you in the field with them n-ggas getting told on
i swear to god little n-gga i done told yall
[hook]
i don’t do beef, aye
i be riding through the city with my ice still on
and my neck on freeze, aye
i ain’t tripping tell n-ggas come and get me if they want
i’m a young og
yeah, oh
i’m a young og (x2)

- b free rapper

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