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hookah freestyle - junior boy lyrics

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[verse 1: junior boy]
don’t get it twisted i’m not a smoker
i’m a toter
i keep the piece on me like a young n-gga doin’ yoga
i keep the heat on me like i was playin’ for miami
some real n-ggas with me and some closer then my family
but that’s okay, that’s okay imma listen what you gotta say
nah chill you ain’t even gotta stunt or front like that
roll with me or get rolled over
p-ss the blunt right back
i’m with my young n-gga
i don’t smoke but i get high young n-gga
imma fly young n-gga
you might catch me in the sky young n-gga
supercharged in that charger i’m a ion n-gga
and i’m who they got they eye on n-gga
sit back relax don’t smoke but ah
you know i keep that sack
i pistol pack and mack these n-ggas act
f-ck it i’m pouring up that act
i keep a spanish chick like lil wayne, my mamacita
she tryna give me her heart, if i keep it she’s a keeper
she know i’m tryna get to the crib so i can freak her
you should know i keep that thing on my hip, no beeper
if a n-gga get wrong, its gon rip, it’ll eat yuh
young n-gga i’m stackin’ these chips to the meter
don’t test me imma kimbo slice your -ss no pizza
swag to the max sittin’ back
young n-gga brought it back with them bucket hats, cohiba
i’m cruising the city me and my n-ggas four-seater
they say junior you gon’ blow this year, torpedo
tell them n-ggas get the f-ck out my ear
you wasn’t hear when they had a n-gga like rosa parks to the rear
or when they had a n-gga sittin in the dark it wasn’t clear
i told them n-ggas gimme 12 months, 1 year
imma do it for my auntie who be sheddin’ all them tears
had a scholarship to college but i ain’t goin’
cause i got faith in this rap sh-t mane, imma blow
and when i break don’t be lookin’ like you ain’t know
stupid n-gga with that stupid -ss same flow
now, mirror mirror mirror on the wall imma ask ya one time
who the flyest of ’em all?
i’m no dwayne johnson but b-tch i stand tall
if i could i would be in this b-tch until tomorr’
i swear i’m tryna get a 100 mil by the weekend
i’m sittin’ at the table with these labels it’s a meetin’
harmonizing on the track, like the weekend
why these b-tches in my hair they tweakin’
man get up out of my face if you don’t f-ck with my n-ggas
then you can’t f-ck with a n-gga that sh-t i’m not on n-gga
can’t name one of my songs that i dun flopped on n-gga
that’s right, act right we in this b-tch gettin’ figures
but if you f-ck with the clique, tidt that is
that mean you f-ck with the best
i swear that we up next
i swear that we ’bout out biz mane we tryna get checks
that versace and that gold sh-t them diamonds on necks
young n-ggas 2014 and we up next

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- junior boy lyrics

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