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letra de voice of the park - lil nephew

[intro]
its lil nephew in this b-tch uh-huh
uhn uhn why they playin’ dawg uhn uhn
its lil nephew in this b-tch uh
dont act dumb cause ill stretch you in this b-tch
uh-huh why they playin’ dawg
im just a young turnt n-gga that be rappin
im just a young turnt n-gga that be stackin
uh-huh all this bread up
uh-huh, why they playin’, why they playin’ dawg
uh-huh, why they playin’, why they playin’ dawg
i’m just a young turnt n-gga, im just a young turnt n-gga, uh-huh

[chorus]
young turn n-gga from the trenches, that be rappin
i wanted money, couldn’t get a job, so i start trappin
bro, put that itchy on that b-tch, he slide and get it crackin uh
i been stayin’ down, layin’ low, i just been stackin
seem like gunshots and bullets flyin’ around the city
they want me dead so bad, but they don’t wanna get up with me
that n-gga, he so sick, broski took his f-ckin’ 50
we catch him, we gon’ k!ll him, b-tch, we active in the biddy

[verse 1]
bustin’ plays, we be on thе road day and night
b-tch, we got them glizzys , f-ck we look likе, tryna fight
catch a opp and make his face pop, sh-t was light
i just put that dirty sh-t with a bubble in my sprite
i know they want my head, but they ain’t got a chance to get me
broski aim that b-tch right at your top like, f-ck your kidney
n-ggas get on route’, don’t even shoot y’all n-ggas skiddy
y’all want some info on the kid, but i be movin’ tricky
young turn n-gga from the park, uh-huh
went from lam’ to rose’ to hoppin’ out, tryna let it spark, uh-huh
we be in the hood, hot, watchin’ out for narcs , uh-huh
have your gun, you go to twins, we catch you it get dark, uh-huh
lost three of my homies ain’t been the same ever since, uh-huh
n-ggass soft, call me by myself, y’all had the tip, uh-huh
punchin’ on your homie in the corner, he a b-tch, uh-huh
ask me, did i diss they homie, n-gga, yes, i did, uh-huh
i like bad b-tches, fast cars, money all i want, uh-huh
shoutout to my homies on the 90, they run, uh-huh
n-gga, looking popped your homie died, get you a gun, uh-huh
turnt the city up, tryna blackball, sh-t runtz, uh-huh
trappin’, they dead, that’s all my twin know
i’ll door you cause i can, like, give me that, you ain’t my kinfolk
and when we slide, i just be duckin’ like a limbo
bro, suit up, tryn k!ll you every opp block, know we bent those
we just want some murder, murder, murder, uh-huh
bout lil sonny, b-tch, you know we all get to purging, uh-huh
i want sh-t on my opps, and have them cryin’ all on purpose
lackin’ at that, they left his blood on the surface, uh-huh
[chorus]
young turn, n-gga, front of trenches, they be rappin
i wanted money, couldn’t get a job, so i started trappin
bro, put that itchy on that b-tch, he slide and get it crackin
i been staying’ down, layin’ low, i just been stackin
seen like gunshots and bullets flyin’ around the city
they want me dead so bad, but they don’t wanna get up with me
that n-gga, he so sick, broski took his f-ckin’ 50
we catch him’, we gon’ k!ll him, b-tch, we active in the bity, uh

[outro]
it’s lil’ nephew in this b-tch, why they play with me
cause i’ll stretch you in this b-tch, uh
why they playin’ though? yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yop, go

- lil nephew

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