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young n turnt - wizz havinn lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
n*gga, ayy
d*mn, d*mn, n*gga, uh

[chorus]
ayy, young and turnt for real, b*tch, this how i live (n*gga)
rerockin’ the plates and put ’em in the vacuum seal (vacuum seal)
i ain’t gotta rap, b*tch (uh), i’m fresh out the trap, b*tch (yeah)
n*gga tried to count me out, now i done overlapped jit (d*mn)
security know not to touch me, i’m gettin’ my strap in
like where the h*ll the promoter at? i need my backend (hey, man, go get that n*gga)
jit, you broker than a b*tch, you ain’t never count up ten (broke*ass jit)
you ain’t never been in no foreign, you ain’t never hop out benz (d*mn)

[verse]
n*ggas ain’t never hit the mall and put designer on they skin (never)
i’m ducked off in a lil’ slider, i done darkened up the tint (ooh)
n*gga done tore his ass in the street, he motherf*ckin’ skinned (d*mn)
he ain’t got no cheese in his pocket, just some f*ckin’ lint (f*ck)
my asian plug with the buzz, he look like jeremy lin (asian)
she ate that d*ck so good, i think i’m ’bout to marry this b*tch (uh, uh)
big*ass pistol on my hip, man, i can barely carry this b*tch (d*mn)
came up off sellin’ sh*t, talkin’ ’bout weed and the bricks (for sure)
i was f*ckin’ with the glee, n*gga, havin’ all the l!cks (glee, glee)
got a play, but i can’t catch it, give it to my dog, assist (i done passed it)
i done sold so many grams, i had to put some on my wrist (i had to do it)
n*gga was doin’ all that flaggin’, had to put him on the list (d*mn)
everything i drop be lit, i don’t motherf*ckin’ miss (n*gga, uh)
i’ma keep it in the streets, i ain’t finna drop a diss (i ain’t finna drop a diss)
i really grinded for this sh*t, i was out here takin’ risks
(i really grinded for this sh*t, i was out here takin’ risks)
[chorus]
ayy, young and turnt for real (n*gga), b*tch, this how i live (yeah)
rerockin’ the plates and put ’em in the vacuum seal (vacuum seal)
i ain’t gotta rap, b*tch (i ain’t gotta rap), i’m fresh out the trap, b*tch (i’m fresh out the trap)
n*gga tried to count me out, now i done overlapped jit (f*ck ’em)
security know not to touch me, i’m gettin’ my strap in
like where the h*ll the promoter at? i need my backend (man, go get that n*gga right now)
jit, you broker than a b*tch, you ain’t never count up ten (d*mn)
you ain’t never been in no foreign, you ain’t never hop out benz (d*mn, d*mn, d*mn, benz, n*gga)

[outro]
uh, n*gga, uh
uh, n*gga

- wizz havinn lyrics

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