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letra de robbing & rapping - youngfootsoldier

[verse 1]
yeah i be robbing and yeah i be rapping
drop from a b-tch, i’m tryna go crack ‘em
don’t care where we going, i’m totin’ a fully
we out of bounds with the drac in a hoodie
i’m runnin’ the south, but i’m from the west
i’m right in school with the switch in the desk
i’m young and i’m gifted, just go ask my teacher
you want you a car, i’ma pull up and meet you
no doing no dissin’, i’m rappin’ my life
we got the car, joe tryn go tonight
go where i’m going, i’m going with joe
put my name in a song, we murder for mo
f-ckin’ with [?], can’t even go to sleep
we got them bs, we running the east
we got them bs, we running the south
get sn-tchеd for this sh-t, no running my mouth
you want you a crate? wherevеr, i’m coming
we spin in the winter, we spin in the summer
don’t matter the weather, you know that we goin
come with 3 switches and start us a storm
i’m f-ckin wit zach, he know he my heart
we got the streets, got the sh-t in a lock
we got the streets, got the sh-t in a chain
it don’t matter the age, i’ma hop out and flame him
n-gga they know how i’m coming
n-gga i said it enough
came for the 2 and we got us a plus
that young n-gga dead he got turned to some dust, n-gga
[verse 2]
n-gga i woke up today
n-gga i thought about robbing
drop me a 4 and it’s just me and [?]
wanna get up with me, gotta bring you a army
n-gga don’t ask bout the crates, n-gga you ain’t tryin’ come shop
that young n-gga stupid, he spint on a box
last n-gga died, he got left right at park
joe like, “keep goin, you draggin’ your nuts”
money and murda, we k!llin’ for bucks
jackin’ and bendin’, we all about paper
that young n-gga hot, that sh-t in the paper
just started robbin, me and joe ran it up
that rap n-gga dissin, you know he a duck
that rap n-gga dissin, you know that he g-y
that rap n-gga cappin, keep steppin on sae
d-ckriding yps, them n-ggas ain’t spinning
them n-ggas ain’t k!llers, them n-ggas is children
n-gga i’m just 17
my phone keep ringin im gone off the lean
servin the city and i’m havin motion
that young n-gga broke, i’ma give ‘em some coaching
told bruh chill, he keep poppin the fent
get hit with that chop, get put on the bench
rap bout the money, don’t give em too much
i’m sippin on mud, don’t pick up my cup
go in off loyalty, never no love
that young n-gga stupid, ain’t got on no gloves

- youngfootsoldier

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