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letra de yungeen world - lil yungeen

[intro: lil yungeen]
djbeatsonfire
yungeen world, baby (yungeen word)
no, no, no (savage world, baby)
no, no, no, no, no, no (yungeen world, baby)
no, no, no (yungeen world, baby)
nowadays, n-ggas change on the gang
switch lanes, then come in and try to hang with us
n-gga ain’t really with that sh-t
on that snake sh-t, fake ass n-gga, that ain’t what’s up
(yungeen world, baby)
p-ssy n-gga, that ain’t what’s up, oh
(yungeen world, baby)

[chorus: lil yungeen]
nowadays, n-ggas change for the fame
n-ggas switch on the gang, then come and try to hang with us
he was just rich two years ago
now the n-gga in the middle of the road on angel dust
we ain’t had sh-t, we was on our d-ck
and them hoes ain’t even really wanna hang with us
n-ggas switch on some snake sh-t, fake sh-t
h-ll nah, p-ssy ass n-gga, that ain’t what’s up
n-gga f-ckin’ with the crew, say he really with the sh-t
h-ll nah, we a clique full of murderers
don’t trust my n-gga, my n-ggas really creep
they slime, and they will murder ya
n-gga sayin’ that he body bagging, toe-tagging sh-t, f-ck n-gga
but we ain’t ever heard of ya
you can keep all the stories to yourself, f-ck n-gga
you ain’t on that sh-t, we never heard of ya
dis sh-t for real, jit don’t come around actin’ so tuff
my n-ggas will handle ya (yeah)
you said u be k!llin’ n-ggas, , toe-tagging sh-t, body baggin but
p-ssy jit, we ain’t heard of ya
f-ck n-gga, we ain’t heard of ya
f-ck n-gga, we ain’t heard of ya
clique full of murderers
f-ck n-gga, we ain’t heard of ya

[verse 1: l baby]
i got a new b-tch for the summer
they wait for the bus and they throw me right under
my watch and baguettes, i don’t know what’s exactly the price
but it cost me way over a hundred
bro had the drink, i had thought it was soda
i sipped it and felt like i was in a coma
i’m covered in water, i need me a floater
she suckin’ my d-ck and i don’t even know her
all my guys ride
you fight, i fight
i’m fly, you’re fly
my guys, my guys
my guys, fight if i fight
k!ll, stab, die, die
i tried too many times
i cried too many times
i been in love with the streets
can’t die, nah
gotta survive
this is my life
i love this life

[verse 2: yxng bl–dy]
n-gga watch who you play with (stop playin’)
before i catch a premeditated (bah)
got a lot of n-ggas dead and i still see they faces (woo)
i’m a rap star, i could’ve been a mental patient
hit you with the bag, you still ain’t paid me (what?)
you must want a n-gga come and do you like a stranger
i ain’t even trippin’, money older than a pager
n-ggas see you shine and forget you really dangerous
they won’t let you help ’em (they won’t let you help ’em)
they gon’ make you nail ’em (f-ck it, go’n k!ll him)
my n-gga got life, he call every day
i don’t know what to tell him (i can’t help my n-gga)
we gon’ get more time than murder, they catch us with this sh-t we sellin’ (we gotta be level)
y’all went from high school to college
we went from babies to felons, n-gga (that’s on my mama)
i done really survived everything these streets offered (did all that sh-t)
i been through the mud, almost gave up
i done really survived everything these streets offered (did all that sh-t)
i been caged up (yeah), i done dodged them slugs
i done made it out for my mama(yeah, ayy)

[verse 3: lil yungeen]
load up the k, load up the carbon
this sh-t is off the dome
e caught a body, trell caught a body
my n-ggas ain’t comin’ home
i know that lil trell comin’ home
but they give lil e fifty years
his mama keep cryin’ them tears (start cryin’ on me)
his mama keep cryin’ them tears (start cryin’, ah)
it’s a draco in the back of the car
and the police here behind you
better do what you do, better run, or skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
boy, you better run
mr. yungeen comin’ for ya
and he strapped up with the gun
an anaconda in your circle, and you don’t even know
they tryna snake ya, take your money, but they claim they your bro
and where was she when a young n-gga was so d-mn broke?
and where was she when a n-gga ain’t have no hope? huh
dirty mattress (yeah, slatt, slatt)
man, these p-ssy n-ggas actin’ (man, these p-ssy n-ggas actin’)
ho, h-ll nah, ain’t no lackin’
big b’s, double-oh-twenty, baby, what’s brackin’?
f-ck boy get actin’
pick him up like some motherf-ckin’ laundry
n-gga play, h-ll nah, armanis
these hoes gon’ f-ck up our lease
balenciagas, saint laurents
this b-tch wanna f-ck, she rollin’ my blunts
i don’t even smoke, you like to toke
we got glocks, dracs, mac-11, nines, choppas
anybody can come and get it
run up on me better say goodbye
we thuggin, n-gga, u already know
i’m a murder, n-gga, dead opps we be smokin’ em
send a n-gga to god that’s how we livin’
we totin’ the tommy gun, got free smoke for anyone

[chorus: lil yungeen]
nowadays, n-ggas change for the fame
n-ggas switch on the gang, then come and try to hang with us
he was just rich two years ago
now the n-gga in the middle of the road on angel dust
we ain’t had sh-t, we was on our d-ck
and them hoes ain’t even really wanna hang with us
n-ggas switch on some snake sh-t, fake sh-t
h-ll nah, p-ssy ass n-gga, that ain’t what’s up
n-gga f-ckin’ with the crew, say he really with the sh-t
h-ll nah, we a clique full of murderers
don’t trust my n-gga, my n-ggas really creep
they slime, and they will murder ya
n-gga sayin’ that he body bagging, toe-tagging sh-t, f-ck n-gga
but we ain’t ever heard of ya
you can keep all the stories to yourself, f-ck n-gga
you ain’t on that sh-t, we never heard of ya (slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
dis sh-t for real, jit don’t come around actin’ so tuff
my n-ggas will handle ya (yeah)
you said u be k!llin’ n-ggas, , toe-tagging sh-t, body baggin but
p-ssy jit, we ain’t heard of ya
f-ck n-gga, we ain’t heard of ya
f-ck n-gga, we ain’t heard of ya
clique full of murderers
f-ck n-gga, we ain’t heard of ya

[outro]
djbeatsonfire!
(slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
6’block

- lil yungeen

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