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letra de youngeen - lil poopoo stain

[intro: lil p–poo stain]
yeahh
huh
yeahh
what you say
yeahh
you from raleigh
yeahh

[verse 1: lil p–poo stains]
i was a young n-gga thinking how i’m gonna get far
i said f-ck this sh-t i’m just gonna write bars
i wanna get money and buy them a whole cars
i wanna dream high more than a big star
my momma said go and follow big law
the fake said stop and don’t follow the law dawg
knock a n-gga out guess what’s open his jaw was
i’m still a young n-gga but mindset like goku
only get stronger and never weaker
\i was not the type of n-gga to talk loud speaker
young fifth grade and fat like peter
i know some n-ggas that will the clean block like sweeper
she give some good head but she not a keeper
i now spend money but back then was cheaper
i remember back then when i had a big fever
a n-gga was sick and i felt really weaker
went through that sh-t and just got bigger
i remember watching db life was happy like glitter
my mom said my grandma died my body had shivers
i just turned seven and my sad ass was crying
if i didn’t say i cried then i would be lying
how you gonna hold a gun and expect him to comply now
yelling at his face and tell him to get down
k!lling that dude will make his whole family frown
my fam with me and you know how we get down
if i want to take something then i will do it
lyrics so elegant but i’m not a poet
i said you could make it but you never showed it
young n-gga was sad and at his lowest
i was down on my ass
but got up real fast
i remember this one teacher make me hate whole class
i felt i was first but next thing i’m very last
she was a b-tch to me she was f-cked up i wonder how i get my luck up
if you not helping shut the f-ck up
my emotions they would build up
knock him out if he wanna run up
knock him out he was close up
still have problems but not a grownup
these n-ggas fake just like some make up b-tch
(b-tch ass n-gga)
[verse 2: 4tm santana]
i said f-ck a thuderstrom
i was tryin 2 make it rain
pull up 2 yo crib we gon shoot broad day
n-gga ran up on me got shot on the face legs
call get low pull up wit ak’s
n-gga he ain’t got no gun he ain’t gon spray
pulled up on em in traffic made em switch lanes
shot em in tha leg would think we tory lanez
shot em in tha and we knocked out his brain
yo bih like 2 suck d-ck i nut on her face
p-ssy try 2 run can’t run frm tha drake
n-gga i dont ask ima mf take
p-ssy n-gga snitched nd i beat tha case
pull up sprayin shii just like we mace
walk a n-gga down wit dem k’s
ill pull up quick no minute maid
homie ran down onna n-gga wit da blade
give em 3 shots like we d.wade
she play me but i ain’t no arcade
throw em in tha ditch made his decay
servin all da sh-t juss like ah buffet
f-cked on dis bih once now she call me bae
f-cked then kicked her out she kno tha code
lil n-gga a snitch he told on tha bros
get low up tha stick u kno he let it blow
call up big bro den he kickin down yo door
d-mn n-gga got on tha flo
gave em 58 might juss give em sum mo
p-ssy n-gga talkin shii nd ain’t uo tha score
[outro: 4tm santana, lil p–poo stain]
yeahh
how them 58 feel
huh yeahh
tell yo stop snitching n-gga
huh
before i slap her ass too
yeahh
huh
pop out k
yeahh
what you say
yeahh
you from raleigh
yeahh

- lil poopoo stain

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