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letra de streets - the deadly youngan

[chorus]
that n-gga think that he gone k!ll me told him catch me on the street n-gga
you ain’t finna k!ll the youngan cause n-ggas know i stay with heat n-gga
i see that f-ck ass n-gga hop out and k!ll his ass on feet n-gga
they talk about me locked up but ain’t talking bout that case i beat n-gga
we spinning blocks b-tch i’m tryna face you hit yo face
but who stay winning opps the gone put you in yo place
who hop out with them mops like you gone drop like f-ck the cops
spin the block a n-gga got a problem i tell him meet me at the parking lot

[verse 1]
he better not run imma catch his dumb ass and hit his ass in his face
let a f-ck n-gga try to run up on me imma crack his sh-t like a vace
these f-ck n-ggas steady tryna diss on me imma put that b-tch to his face
you try to fake act like you f-ck with me you gone die with yo drac
he running fast imma k!ll him with thing
he walking by me imma k!ll his ass at close range
a lot of shots in this car let this b-tch bang
yeah it went bang you heard it bang
lil boy you know you can’t deny that if i catch you gone die
f-ck that dead n-gga b-tch cause n-gga its f-cking do or die
lil b-tch that sh-t the window walk through it see the sky
fresh to death when a n-gga step b-tch you can hear mamas cry
the media post sh-t but i don’t react cause i ain’t flight
that n-gga dissed my dead cousin so when i catch him it’s on sight
n-gga watch where yo mouth go you don’t wanna see the d-mn light
when jdot and spinz dead then b-tch we gone see who f-cking right
[chorus]
that n-gga think that he gone k!ll me told him catch me on the street n-gga
you ain’t finna k!ll the youngan cause n-ggas know i stay with heat n-gga
i see that f-ck ass n-gga hop out and k!ll his ass on feet n-gga
they talk about me locked up but ain’t talking bout that case i beat n-gga
we spinning blocks b-tch i’m tryna face you hit yo face
but who stay winning opps the gone put you in yo place
who hop out with them mops like you gone drop like f-ck the cops
spin the block a n-gga got a problem i tell him meet me at the parking lot

[verse 2]
that n-gga said that he gone k!ll me pull up like what the f-ck you say
don’t let me catch him on that block cause imma hit him up with that k
better not try to run got every gun gone spin yo block every day
don’t give a f-ck about yo n-gga b-tch you play and you gone f-cking lay
this sh-t like suicide cause when the opps diss me they asking to die
these n-ggas know i’m deadly so they sending youngans for me to fly
we tryna slice that n-gga cut all through that n-gga like a pie
we k!lling never try but we still never missing with that fye

- the deadly youngan

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