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letra de youngoldhead - vin mob

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verse 1

im the young old head
that means im a young og

you don’t know me
you only know my name

im not new to the game
i just didn’t want to play

cause i knew i would take it over
im the star player

you’re just posers
im the one in ya girls room on a poster

im dwight howard with the poster
and james harden when i cook sh-t up

russell westbrook how i f-ck it up
i’ll be jordan when im making mills

i ain’t from buffalo
yet i pay my bills

im from where the yankees play
aka where the junkies stay

i would serve all the fiends
to make green

my gas tank is filled half way
i don’t let people gas my sh-t

my friends and my fam is my critics
just so i can master my craft

im going back to the future
you’re stuck in the past

this life im living is great
im a kitchen manager at chick fil a

im a milk man every sat-rday
im a security guard on some weekends

also i got a job at a supermarket
i be on my grind you are not on my type of time

chorus:
im the young old head
i don’t f-ck with the feds
i take care of sh-t my self

if i do time i’d never rat
i don’t fold under pressure like jax

(im the young old head
i don’t f-ck with the feds
i take care of sh-t my self

if i do time i’d never rat
i don’t fold under pressure like jax,)

verse 2:

i was raised to never hit a woman
if you do you ain’t a real man

if i see you try to swing on ya girl
i’ll take your b-tch ass out of this world

let me guess you seen your dad hit your mother
well then he’s a b-tch ass mother f-cker

i see where you get it from
you and your dad is a bum

i do sh-t to make sure my fam is good
im tryna take them out of the hood

you’re spending money on weed and munchies
i play the lottery and maybe i’ll be lucky

and actually win it
call me vin not vincent

i don’t play that sh-t
catch me in any club

in v.i.p
if your girl is in my section ima k!ll it

its v i n n y
coming straight outta ny

i don’t need to smoke a blunt to get high
im on a pj flying through the sky

while you fly on a commercial air line
my uncle is my pilot

what you know about it
my whole team is winners

my whole life i been a sinner
im gods child

yet im satans son
i toture people for fun

i don’t need a gun
ill just kid nap you and tie you to a chair

ill gut you in my lair
and sell your organs on the black market b-tch

chorus:

im the young old head
i don’t f-ck with the feds
i take care of sh-t my self

if i do time i’d never rat
i don’t fold under pressure like jax

(im the young old head
i don’t f-ck with the feds
i take care of sh-t my self

if i do time i’d never rat
i don’t fold under pressure like jax,)

written by: vinisdead

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