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letra de young nigga - luh tyler

[intro]
yeah, n-gga
gang, gang, gang
big ski, n-gga, ski
yeah
on god
n-gga, no cap
(sp-cy got this sauce, ho)
ski

[chorus]
i’m a young n-gga, stackin’ up that pape’, puttin’ on for the city (for the city)
made it happen, should’ve seen they face, they can’t believe i did it (believe i did it)
started rappin’, finally found my way, now we got seven figures (on god)
when people see me out, they just say, “hey, ty, can i get a picture?”
before a n-gga come ’round tryna play, they better reconsider (reconsider)
hotboy, brodie keep that fire underneath his pillow (hot)
made a way, did it on my own, ain’t never need a n-gga (on god)
i’m ’bout my pape’, if they ain’t gettin’ cash, then you won’t see me with ’em (won’t see me with ’em)
talkin’ money in my rhymes, i ain’t promotin’ no violence (yeah)
all these hoes on my body, i been pimpin’ like scottie
she was playin’ hard to get, but i still got up inside her (ugh)
n-ggas always tryna kick it, i don’t do the karate (sp-cy got this sauce, ho, what?)
she a good girl, but when she see me, bet she get naughty (on god)
they like, “what you like to do?” b-tch, gettin’ bands is my hobby
youngin really havin’ motion, if i like it, i’ll buy it (cha-ching)
pop and grimy, them my brothers, if i’m ridin’, they ridin’ (no cap)
[verse]
my lil’ b-tch should be a stylist ’cause she stay throwin’ fits (she always throwin’ fits)
like danny said, b-tch, i’m from florida, but i cuban’d my wrist (on gang)
i been puttin’ in that work, b-tch, i been droppin’ these hits (droppin’ these hits)
now ma dukes don’t gotta work because her son done got rich, n-gga (her son done got rich)

[chorus]
i’m a young n-gga, stackin’ up that pape’, puttin’ on for the city (for the city)
made it happen, should’ve seen they face, they can’t believe i did it (believe i did it)
started rappin’, finally found my way, now we got seven figures (on god)
when people see me out, they just say, “hey, ty, can i get a picture?” (sp-cy got this sauce, ho)
before a n-gga come ’round tryna play, they better reconsider (reconsider)
hotboy, brodie keep that fire underneath his pillow (fffah)
made a way, did it on my own, ain’t never need a n-gga (need a n-gga)
i’m ’bout my pape’, if they ain’t gettin’ cash, then you won’t see me with ’em (won’t see me with ’em)
talkin’ money in my rhymes, i ain’t promotin’ no violence
all these hoes on my body, i been pimpin’ like scottie (yeah)
she was playin’ hard to get, but i still got up inside her (ugh)
n-ggas always tryna kick it, i don’t do the karate
she a good girl, but when she see me, bet she get naughty
they like, “what you like to do?” b-tch, gettin’ bands is my hobby
youngin really havin’ motion, if i like it, i’ll buy it
pop and grimy, them my brothers, if i’m ridin’, they ridin’ (this sauce, ho)

[outro]
n-gga, yeah, gang, ski

- luh tyler

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