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11:55 - ts lyrics

imma young wild n
she a young
imma young wild n

she a young boss b*tch
young wild n sh*t
stack em up like some trays
if the sh*t go south
he gone bring em to the north
northeast to be exact
tryna send em to his grave
put a n in grave danger
when he speakin on my name
imma n who don’t play
but a n who get paid
you a n who don’t joke
but a n who get played
it’s some n who don’t speak
but they words leave em scared
heard them n shot that boy
ask a n if he cared
never really gave a f*ck
i jus did it just because
if he really gave a f*ck
why he left u by yoself
cus them n want a answer
they will never ask u twice
heard them mice still creeping
told my n set the trap
imma keep it on me n
why i gotta play it nice
he tried to slide but thought twice
now that n really wise
how tf u gonna lie
but scared to look me in my eye
why i gotta do em greezy
cus these n they’ve been asking
why i gotta keep it wit me
it’s some sh*t i need to handle
& if a n come & test me
imma ace him like it’s finals
i’ve been studying for these n
call these stupid n quizzes
how the f*ck you section poppin
ain’t n0body from there poppin
how the f*ck y’all n shooters
what y’all totin ain’t got bodies
how it’s really f*ck us n
ain’t no pressure y’all applying
keep on dissing on the gang
it’s yo face what im hitting b*tch
imma young wild n
she a young boss b*tch
young wild n sh*t
stack em up like some trays
if the sh*t go south
he gone bring em to the north
northeast to be exact
tryna send em to his grave
put a n in grave danger
when he speakin on my name
imma n who don’t play
but n*gga who get paid
you a n who don’t joke
but a n*gga who get played
she’s just a b*tch who get f*cked
but a b*tch u can’t cuff
n wanna speak on me
let them n talk it
cus i promise when i see em imma f*cking mute em
send em shots on that block we gone really f*ck em
spin the block on em n
make them n hate they block
pull the glock on that n
make that n hate is set
flip a n sh*t broad day it’s a skit
all my n gangland and them n really stupid
tryna catch a sucka lackin turn n to an example
f*ck a n brains up now that boy a dummy
if he try to play me n wrap him like a mummy
tummy achin went & got it i was never beggin
i was juggin loved tha action turned it to a hobby
n wanna play w me
leave that n wobbly
if he test me imma shoot it n call me tommy
way to go all that sneaking made y’all n squeaky
next stop is the grave homies finna miss y’all
imma young wild n
she a young boss b*tch
young wild n sh*t
stack em up like some trays
if the sh*t go south
he gone bring em to the north
northeast to be exact
tryna send em to his grave
put a n in grave danger
when he speakin on my name
imma n who don’t play
but a n who get paid
you a n who don’t joke
but a n who get played
we some n who on go
we some n that’s gone go

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