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letra de young n turnt - wizz havinn

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
n-gga, ayy
d-mn, d-mn, n-gga, uh

[chorus]
ayy, young and turnt for real, b-tch, this how i live (n-gga)
rerockin’ the plates and put ’em in the vacuum seal (vacuum seal)
i ain’t gotta rap, b-tch (uh), i’m fresh out the trap, b-tch (yeah)
n-gga tried to count me out, now i done overlapped jit (d-mn)
security know not to touch me, i’m gettin’ my strap in
like where the h-ll the promoter at? i need my backend (hey, man, go get that n-gga)
jit, you broker than a b-tch, you ain’t never count up ten (broke-ass jit)
you ain’t never been in no foreign, you ain’t never hop out benz (d-mn)

[verse]
n-ggas ain’t never hit the mall and put designer on they skin (never)
i’m ducked off in a lil’ slider, i done darkened up the tint (ooh)
n-gga done tore his ass in the street, he motherf-ckin’ skinned (d-mn)
he ain’t got no cheese in his pocket, just some f-ckin’ lint (f-ck)
my asian plug with the buzz, he look like jeremy lin (asian)
she ate that d-ck so good, i think i’m ’bout to marry this b-tch (uh, uh)
big-ass pistol on my hip, man, i can barely carry this b-tch (d-mn)
came up off sellin’ sh-t, talkin’ ’bout weed and the bricks (for sure)
i was f-ckin’ with the glee, n-gga, havin’ all the l!cks (glee, glee)
got a play, but i can’t catch it, give it to my dog, assist (i done passed it)
i done sold so many grams, i had to put some on my wrist (i had to do it)
n-gga was doin’ all that flaggin’, had to put him on the list (d-mn)
everything i drop be lit, i don’t motherf-ckin’ miss (n-gga, uh)
i’ma keep it in the streets, i ain’t finna drop a diss (i ain’t finna drop a diss)
i really grinded for this sh-t, i was out here takin’ risks
(i really grinded for this sh-t, i was out here takin’ risks)
[chorus]
ayy, young and turnt for real (n-gga), b-tch, this how i live (yeah)
rerockin’ the plates and put ’em in the vacuum seal (vacuum seal)
i ain’t gotta rap, b-tch (i ain’t gotta rap), i’m fresh out the trap, b-tch (i’m fresh out the trap)
n-gga tried to count me out, now i done overlapped jit (f-ck ’em)
security know not to touch me, i’m gettin’ my strap in
like where the h-ll the promoter at? i need my backend (man, go get that n-gga right now)
jit, you broker than a b-tch, you ain’t never count up ten (d-mn)
you ain’t never been in no foreign, you ain’t never hop out benz (d-mn, d-mn, d-mn, benz, n-gga)

[outro]
uh, n-gga, uh
uh, n-gga

- wizz havinn

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