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letra de $tay young - filthy jazz

six4, crew

[verse 1]
ninety f-cking five when that kid came down to kick it
always been tight with b-tches since i had the golden ticket
i get that sh-t from my pops, he got popped when i made two
all i do is grind, so they shine like i’m made to
blunts from the corner gas station that i skate to
and i’m not even 18, this asian lady’s way cool
young as f-ck with the dreams you couldn’t picture
purple leaning soda mixture, stir that sh-t up in a pitcher
uh, who the f-ck can tell me not to live my life kites?
i let them roast, let him float till i’m not sight
my city trife, red laser from the glock sights
i’m feeling like speed racer with the top sliced
hoes, problems and hoes not in my radar
n-ggas pose, my money grows
i’m getting paid off, not correct
cause there’s not many zeroes on this check
but some freak hoes know my set
said they seen us on the net, posse
pimp like pilates, make the p-ssy paper stretch
know i’m c0ke on audio but even doper in the flesh b-tch

[hook]
i’ll probably slob an ocean on my desk
so they calling me a screw up but f-ck it i never grew up

$tay young

- filthy jazz

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