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ouweee - young slo-be lyrics

[intro: young slo*be]
(legend made another one, another one)
ayy (it’s the gang)

[verse 1: young slo*be]
pull up on a bad b*tch like, “how you doing?” n*gga
b*tch, i’m piru, aye, i’m a rude n*gga
21, full court press, how you do it, n*gga?
n*gga, pass the pole if you ain’t gon shoot the n*gga
aye, aye, baby, wait your turn
now i’m in a b*tch face like, “b*tch, what you earn?”
twenty, forty, fifties, b*tch, this ain’t enough
baby, i’ma cut you off since you acting tough
oowee, get these n*ggas out the politics
[?] fumble in the field, you known for dropping sh*t
ain’t n0body in your crew known for popping sh*t
look n*gga, i’m in contact with the jailbirds
we know n*ggas slide last ’cause they tell first
yeah, i know you don’t love your homie ’cause thе bail [?]
got a couple packs, i’ma send it through the mail first, mail first, mail first
oowee, gеt these n*ggas out the politics
f*ck the suckers, the feds love us and it’s obvious
i don’t even wanna rap, i’d rather knock a b*tch
here i go talking brazy
look, n*gga, you got some n*ggas that ain’t getting out
why you tripping, n*gga? you got away with your lil skit
i know, i smoke dope so i don’t remember it
ayy (it’s the gang)
oowee, get these, man, i’m gone, n*gga
[verse 2: daboii]
yeah
get ’em then i’m gone, n*gga
on me, nah, for sure, n*gga
n*gga run up on me like he tweaking, i’ma show n*ggas
[?] like the [?], n*gga
my b*tch don’t wear coach, n*gga
and you ain’t gon’ do sh*t with that lil strap but you just boast with it
yeah, we call the opps lols ’cause they jokes, n*gga
boy, don’t bring no extra n*ggas ’round me, them is your n*ggas
which gun i wanna rock today? i eeny, miny, moe with it
n*gga keep saying he gon’ do what? he off coke, n*gga, yeah
keep saying you gon’ do what? why you lying, craig?
b*tch, what i spent on my neck, i could buy a vette
f*ck these lil n*ggas shooting at? n*gga, find a net
let a n*gga speak up on my brother, b*tch, you dying next
yeah, and, b*tch, we coming for your top, we don’t shoot knees
it’s a thousand dollars for a pair of shoes, but they 23s
b*tch couldn’t have the old me or the new me
on facetime with slo with a dub, he like, “oowee,” n*gga

- young slo be lyrics

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