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too elite - young bull & itsmanman lyrics

[intro: young bull]
(viper)
(what are you gonna do? you gonna k!ll me, mr. j? what?)
too elite, yeah, i’m ballin’ in a different league
(jim james, that’s my dj)

[chorus: young bull]
i’m too elite, yeah, i’m ballin’ in a different league
all my diamonds dancin’, blind a b*tch on the scene
top n*gga, b*tch, catch me somewhere on your tv screen
just blew a n*gga rent on some drank, that sh*t ain’t sh*t to me
too elite, yeah, i’m ballin’ in a different league
all my diamonds dancin’, blind a b*tch on the scene
top n*gga, b*tch, catch me somewhere on your tv screen
just blew a n*gga rent on some drank, that sh*t ain’t sh*t to me

[verse 1: young bull]
that sh*t ain’t sh*t to me, nah, it really ain’t
he talkin’ crazy, i’ll paint a n*gga face
.223 sh*lls left a n*gga body with a trace
got shooters on standby, you know they don’t play
one place i don’t never see n*ggas is the bank
if i go broke, guaranteed i’m crackin’ safes
if i go broke, make the b*tch walk the blade
just bled boa, now i’m headed up to chase
i’m too elite, i ain’t stoppin’ ’til i get a wraith
big bank uchies on the dashboard every day
keep the truth alive, yeah, i do that sh*t every day
just bled a n*gga for his whole life savings
[chorus: young bull]
i’m too elite, yeah, i’m ballin’ in a different league
all my diamonds dancin’, blind a b*tch on the scene
top n*gga, b*tch, catch me somewhere on your tv screen
just blew a n*gga rent on some drank, that sh*t ain’t sh*t to me
too elite, yeah, i’m ballin’ in a different league
all my diamonds dancin’, blind a b*tch on the scene
top n*gga, b*tch, catch me somewhere on your tv screen
just blew a n*gga rent on some drank, that sh*t ain’t sh*t to me

[verse 2: itsmanman]
too elite, n*gga ran up with a mic and caught a two*three
this four*five’ll kick a n*gga, i brought bruce lee
got seven 38s, gon’ have you leakin’ out your blue jeans
he’s a fruit cup, had gang smoke him like a loose leaf
doggy from the east so what’s a pug to a rottweiler?
two glocks, i let the pear shoot like i was skydivin’
we just left his pasta on the floor, who want top ramen?
pippy long’ll fry a n*gga biscuit, had to popeye him
me and bull ballin’, might drop you off, we yellin’, “ball game”
just left a couple hot middle in this balmain
shanaynay knock a n*gga out his designer, he a palm angel
if he a square, he gettin’ hit ninety times, get shot from all angles

- young bull itsmanman lyrics

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