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"shocking & intriguing." - seventeen rhymes magazine - yung seventeen lyrics

how would you get this different lifestyle?
losing your bro sh*t make you different
cut you off easy got a knife pile
devil shyt aging like fine wine
murder sh*t got me goin extra mile
you get cold cased, you a closed file, bye
keep 3 sixes on speed dial

too many knives in my back, i can’t fit another
i had to leave your ass in the past, i thought that you was my brother
seventeen running away from the gutter
i got a chopper and i got a cutter
n0body back then, i turn to a stunner

yung seventeen finna make it in rap
somebody come get your daughter on snap
150 dollars and hoe let you tap
she is a bop, yeah she make that ass clap
followed my demons to bando, the trap
only feel safe when i’m packin’ a gat
make this sh*t stick like a d*mn face tat
give all this money to my f*ckin’ slatts

i put my money on a pedestal, i love it more than a freaky ass hoe that’s a ten
i don’t give a f*ck about nothing except for these big, big bags of drugs and bread
poppin’ on percs and sippin’ on mud, i don’t give a f*ck if i end up dead
endgame boss, you a level 2, good luck trynna catch vibes on your reddit thread
the za get me high, but the x got me flyin’
hop in a mustang and you can keep cryin’
sh*t used to suck, but i really kept tryin’
in love with the dough, more than a hoe is what i’m implying

this hoe stuck on my ring*ring
only one care for me, bling*bling
supervillain mode on, kingpin
money about i’m singin’

i keep on falling in love with my bad habits, how do i stop this?
i promised to unc and i promised to lola
i’m boutta rock this

i’m a real rockstar, marilyn manson
i’m boutta shock them
i put a 8 to the floor and i keep a nine and i keep a glock ten
i don’t be doin’ no stunts, but the way i’m rockin’ this
turned me to stuntman
wasn’t really f*ckin’ with the sh*t they was sayin’
the voices in my head said pop them
how would you get this different lifestyle?
losing your bro sh*t make you different
cut you off easy got a knife pile
devil shyt aging like fine wine
murder sh*t got me goin extra mile
you get cold cased, you a closed file, bye
keep 3 sixes on speed dial
too many knives in my back, i can’t fit another
i had to leave your ass in the past, i thought that you was my brother
too many knives in my back, i can’t fit another
i had to leave your ass in the past, i thought that you was my brother

- yung seventeen lyrics

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