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letra de young nigga - lil dude

[intro]
gang gang, gang, gang, gang
trapnanana, b-tch
solo
pull on the block on the solo (skrrt)
remember i used to rock polo (spizzle go crazy)
these b-tches some eaters (you dig?)

[verse 1]
used to be in the house as a young n-gg-
watching wrestling, i was watching bautista, uh
used to be in the house as a young n-gg-
didn’t do my homework, i was a cheater (haha, yeah)
but look, a young n-gg- made it (i did)
but look, a young n-gg- took it (i did)
used to sell c-ke and i used to sell that hard
’cause a young n-gg- ain’t really know how to cook it
you had work, we not gon’ take it
especially if you’re out here and you’re faking
i like my cake with the icing on the end, they gon’ drape it (luciano)
b-tch scream, “wah gwan?” yeah, she jamaican (wah gwan)
i f-ck with the hitters, i f-ck with the haitians (trapnanana)
back to the block, n-gg-, back to the basics
pull up in free car, yeah, that my nation (skrrt)
b-tch in the backseat, yeah, she a blasian
face shot cook him, d-mn, he a raisin
ooh, he talking down, he on the pavement (hah)
double back, let’s see who out faking (trapnanana)
we turn up them blickies, we call him a racist (gang, gang)
white man in my pocket, i ain’t racist (gang)
but young n-gg- still ain’t f-ckin’ with trump (on god)
i slide on a wednesday, b-tch, i don’t hunt
she got a fat trunk, i’ma dunk on her buns
i mix it up and i do it real well (haha)
a white b-tch keep talkin’ ’bout, “that’s swell”
you play with my name, i might do an l
these n-gg-s funny, man, keenan and kel
these funny n-gg-s, man, they kevin hart
don’t jump in that water if you not a shark
quickdraw, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout throwing darts
bullseye, hit an artery by his heart
redeye, n-gg-, i ain’t talking games
undertaker, b-tch, i’m sliding with kane
ooh, they tried to label me a menace
ooh, i’m rocking labels, yeah, the fendi
that sh-t y’all be talkin’, that sh-t is a gimmick
that fake designer, boy, you should be ashamed
talkin’ sh-t get you turned to a stain
drinking lean, sh-t tryna f-ck up my aim

[verse 2]
uh, you know, you know
you know, you know, you know
you know (yeah, uh, hah)
you know (b-tch)
my n-gg- gon’ shoot like blocboy
free joe bean ’cause we still up top, boy
you know, you know how we rock, boy
bling bling, we let out a hot boy (b-tch)
grraow, somebody got shot, boy
big pop, fat pop havin’ a nap, boy
versace on me like i’m uncle elroy
bob the builder, come with hammers and nails, boy
that b-tch givin’ head and she give that sh-t no more (num, num)
pop a perc’, she suck d-ck ’til the d-ck sore
headfirst, n-gg-, you know that we hot cord
jump off the top row into the mob ties
kush in my veins, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout white
kush in the streets, my n-gg-s did hard time
she off of that molly, you know that it’s slob time
yeah, she eating me good, you get it?
she eating the d-ck like a picnic
get in that p-ssy and then do the stick shift (i do it real good)
woo, woo, i’m hot as a b-tch in this b-tch
off the perc’ and i’m hittin’ it (trapnanana)

- lil dude

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