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first day out - yung jizzel lyrics

[intro: yung jizzel]
yah, yah, ahh
yung jizzel just a block boy
yung jizzel just a block boy
yah
you n-ggas know what’s happenin’
first day out i gotta get this paper
had to p-ss ’cause she a hater (she a hater)
yuh, young n-gga ’bout his paper (his paper)
yah, yah
ouu, whoa, whoa (whoa, whoa, whoa)

[verse 1: yung jizzel]
girl i’m sorry i can’t f-ck with you no more (no more, ahhh)
i only f-ck with b-tches who bring in dough
she told me she gon’ ride to the end, nah
now i gotta check these ho’s wanna bet, yah
i got locked up now these labels wanna know us now
everywhere i go they can’t keep my name out their mouth
when they see me and bro’ tory all they wanna do is smile
i was prayin’ on my knees told god like please just let me out (just let me out)
bro’ told me chill but i took a different route
baby we the sh-t i know you know that
she gon’ bring me gwalla ’cause she knows that (she knows that) don’t come between my paper, better fall back, yah (bap, bap)
these n-ggas know all their sh-t
watch me go drip on your b-tch, yah
young n-gga sh-t, i was hittin’ l!cks (hittin’ l!cks)
i was locked up didn’t give a sh-t
young n-gga, sh-t, i was born to win (born to win)
yah, but i’m still here (i’m still here)
grip this real steel (this real steel)
rob me i’ma k!ll
tryna stack a mill’ (i’m tryna)
i’m the sh-t i know you know, i know you know (i know)
smoking dopey, dopey, dope
yeah i told
i-i just f-ck it up (i f-ck it up)
got your b-tch, she wit’ me
she gon’ throw it off (she throw it off)
she gon’ bust it open, she gon’ show me some’ (show me some’) wet, wet, wet, wet yeah with this gun
f-first day out, sh-t man i gotta get this paper
had to p-ss my ex b-tch ’cause she was just a hater (hater)
haters they be mad, they don’t wanna see us winnin’ (no they don’t)
first day out, sh-t man i gotta get this paper
first day out, sh-t girl yah, yah
them crackers got me in they got me locked up, up
first day out, sh-t man i gotta get this paper
had to p-ss my ex b-tch ’cause she was just a hater

[outro]
yah
drip down n-gga, drip
yah
first day out a n-gga drip
yah b-tch i’m back home
i might just do the dash sh-t
i f-cked that b-tch
aye, she sucked my d-ck, aye
yah, hahaha, tweakin’ fam

- yung jizzel lyrics

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