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run up - youngstin lyrics

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let’s get it

n*gga we lurking pop on your block with the glock we
jerking

anit sh*t funny so n*gga stop smerkin
oh you want smoke
you don’t want smoke

we catch you lacking four deep with the polls

n*ggas be b*tches pillow talking hoes

i do what i want you do what you can

off the gas i stay be rolling up grams

who is you i will shoot you and your mans

n*ggas be sucking yah they be some fans

off the gas i can’t even stand

lil nance im the man
counting these bands
sip some henny when i land
feel like the man
counting these bands
smoking gas you can tell by the strain

counting money need a whole extra hand

50 tan like sand

blue stripes on my bands

you a b*tch i can tell you can’t blend

n*gga you a b*tch pull up with stick’s
empty the clip out at your mother f*cking crib

n*ggas b*tches n*ggas be ratting
pull up on them with the glock and smack it

n*ggas be talking they anit getting them racks b*tch
little boy you is a b*tch and i know that

got the shooters on the roof like kodak

if you blame at my squad we blow back
all my n*ggas be some savages
we f*ck up your whole head

yah you know my n*ggas savages
they pull up in all black
all my n*ggas with the sh*ts
we don’t do that chit chat

f*ck your b*tch she nuted on the sheets
had to get her out the house
couple the bands in the south

n*ggas is running they mouth
n*ggas is dissing for clout

run up on me and i’m gonna empty this 50
n*ggas be rolling midis
i be smoking on that sticky icky

found a white her name vicky
vicky looking really sh*ty
i’m the hottest in my city
pull up on me it’s over

b*tches love me like i’m sosa

- youngstin lyrics

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