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set it off - the deadly youngan lyrics

[chorus]
b*tch we gone set it off smoking dope bunch of rounds
b*tch we gone shoot it down n*gga play lost he found
b*tch he can’t make a sound leave him dead in his town
b*tch we put tape over his mouth it sound like he drowned
set it off ain’t talking boosie n*gga still standing with this toolie n*gga
a n*gga play we gone shoot him n*gga we act a foolie n*gga
i ain’t talking foolio he got k!lled by yours truly n*gga
i k!lled his b*tch named julie n*gga she died with a lil cooling n*gga

[verse 1]
we dropped that n*gga with 4 5’s
that n*gga a b*tch no lie
a n*gga play then he gone die
when gang get high they smoke that fye
a n*gga die when a n*gga cry
no blood look like a fry
got steppers stepping up in the sky double step you you gone die
k!llers can’t come here apply
n*gga died on ring wood dr
go there bet you see em dead
we bust that n*gga head
we left the f*cking whole scene red
b*tch he got filled with led
last n*gga got sent to bed fat ass couldn’t get ahead
that b*tch was dating a n*gga named fred finding neverland
better make sure you keep yo pole in heaven stick up with a pan
b*tch i got plenty bodies but i ain’t talking money man
2 b*tches shaking ass one sucking d*ck the other got d*ck in hand
[chorus]
b*tch we gone set it off smoking dope bunch of rounds
b*tch we gone shoot it down n*gga play lost he found
b*tch he can’t make a sound leave him dead in his town
b*tch we put tape over his mouth it sound like he drowned
set it off ain’t talking boosie n*gga still standing with this toolie n*gga
a n*gga play we gone shoot him n*gga we act a foolie n*gga
i ain’t talking foolio he got k!lled by yours truly n*gga
i k!lled his b*tch named julie n*gga she died with a lil cooling n*gga

[verse 2]
blood gone run out of his body just like some f*cking gas
them n*ggas keep on talking sh*t we on they f*cking ass
the opps really be hating on me they know i got that bag
this choppa never run out cause this b*tch keep a mag
these n*ggas b*tches leave they ass lil mane that sh*t is sad
you should’ve seen how we did dump just like his f*cking dad
b*tch we gone sniper rifle yo ass just like that n*gga brad
a n*gga play he pop up on yo screen just like a f*cking ad
b*tch i never go in woods but b*tch i keep them sticks
how a n*gga tryna steal my sh*t get off my f*cking d*ck
b*tch i go hard on the mic they know i make a hit
i never really liked yo f*ck sh*t not a f*cking bit
i’ll have my shooters lay you down even my family round
them n*ggas talking bout the b*tch we gone shoot em down
money on yo f*cking head just like a crown i’ll get you rebound
i’ll put you in the f*cking ground lil b*tch can’t look around
[chorus]
b*tch we gone set it off smoking dope bunch of rounds
b*tch we gone shoot it down n*gga play lost he found
b*tch he can’t make a sound leave him dead in his town
b*tch we put tape over his mouth it sound like he drowned
set it off ain’t talking boosie n*gga still standing with this toolie n*gga
a n*gga play we gone shoot him n*gga we act a foolie n*gga
i ain’t talking foolio he got k!lled by yours truly n*gga
i k!lled his b*tch named julie n*gga she died with a lil cooling n*gga

- the deadly youngan lyrics

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