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voice of the park - lil nephew lyrics

[intro]
its lil nephew in this b*tch uh*huh
uhn uhn why they playin’ dawg uhn uhn
its lil nephew in this b*tch uh
dont act dumb cause ill stretch you in this b*tch
uh*huh why they playin’ dawg
im just a young turnt n*gga that be rappin
im just a young turnt n*gga that be stackin
uh*huh all this bread up
uh*huh, why they playin’, why they playin’ dawg
uh*huh, why they playin’, why they playin’ dawg
i’m just a young turnt n*gga, im just a young turnt n*gga, uh*huh

[chorus]
young turn n*gga from the trenches, that be rappin
i wanted money, couldn’t get a job, so i start trappin
bro, put that itchy on that b*tch, he slide and get it crackin uh
i been stayin’ down, layin’ low, i just been stackin
seem like gunshots and bullets flyin’ around the city
they want me dead so bad, but they don’t wanna get up with me
that n*gga, he so sick, broski took his f*ckin’ 50
we catch him, we gon’ k!ll him, b*tch, we active in the biddy

[verse 1]
bustin’ plays, we be on thе road day and night
b*tch, we got them glizzys , f*ck we look likе, tryna fight
catch a opp and make his face pop, sh*t was light
i just put that dirty sh*t with a bubble in my sprite
i know they want my head, but they ain’t got a chance to get me
broski aim that b*tch right at your top like, f*ck your kidney
n*ggas get on route’, don’t even shoot y’all n*ggas skiddy
y’all want some info on the kid, but i be movin’ tricky
young turn n*gga from the park, uh*huh
went from lam’ to rose’ to hoppin’ out, tryna let it spark, uh*huh
we be in the hood, hot, watchin’ out for narcs , uh*huh
have your gun, you go to twins, we catch you it get dark, uh*huh
lost three of my homies ain’t been the same ever since, uh*huh
n*ggass soft, call me by myself, y’all had the tip, uh*huh
punchin’ on your homie in the corner, he a b*tch, uh*huh
ask me, did i diss they homie, n*gga, yes, i did, uh*huh
i like bad b*tches, fast cars, money all i want, uh*huh
shoutout to my homies on the 90, they run, uh*huh
n*gga, looking popped your homie died, get you a gun, uh*huh
turnt the city up, tryna blackball, sh*t runtz, uh*huh
trappin’, they dead, that’s all my twin know
i’ll door you cause i can, like, give me that, you ain’t my kinfolk
and when we slide, i just be duckin’ like a limbo
bro, suit up, tryn k!ll you every opp block, know we bent those
we just want some murder, murder, murder, uh*huh
bout lil sonny, b*tch, you know we all get to purging, uh*huh
i want sh*t on my opps, and have them cryin’ all on purpose
lackin’ at that, they left his blood on the surface, uh*huh
[chorus]
young turn, n*gga, front of trenches, they be rappin
i wanted money, couldn’t get a job, so i started trappin
bro, put that itchy on that b*tch, he slide and get it crackin
i been staying’ down, layin’ low, i just been stackin
seen like gunshots and bullets flyin’ around the city
they want me dead so bad, but they don’t wanna get up with me
that n*gga, he so sick, broski took his f*ckin’ 50
we catch him’, we gon’ k!ll him, b*tch, we active in the bity, uh

[outro]
it’s lil’ nephew in this b*tch, why they play with me
cause i’ll stretch you in this b*tch, uh
why they playin’ though? yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yop, go

- lil nephew lyrics

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