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doe boyz - young & restless lyrics

[verse 1: develop]
snitches get concrete shoes
on the side of the road
take it to the bottom of the river, i need a kc [?]
don’t play me, too close
f-ck it, i put a slug in your throat
spent too many nights out here on the grind, that’s why i’m starting to mope
my heart will stay cold
i’m with the squad, never give up on the gang
come with me, man
[?] f-cked up my game
money’s the mission, i’m on a constant hustle
i see n-ggas up in my [?]
get home, play my song
check n-ggas before they speak, get that paper, i couldn’t sleep
without paper i couldn’t eat, so i stay out here till morning
in the club with a sack full of nubs
cause i ordered a dub
if i stay focused for the rest of the month, i know i could stack up 50 k
what am i saying?
my mind on my money, and a b-tch in my face
[?]
number 1 draft pick

[chorus: develop]
we the young and the restless, n-ggas don’t test us
we real, call us the navy seals
k!lling snitches at will
we the young and the restless, mob in lexases
not a benz, [?] win
chiefing it with my kin

[verse 2: filthy]
candy coated green paint,up on my 6 4 impala
pants sagging off my -ss, from the thousands of dollars
don’t got no collars to pop, just my spot and my glock
kc’s the place, 57 duse is the block
representing to the fullest, man, i’m wildin out
doe boy cuz, selling drugs, taking dangerous routs
splitting your spouse, when you’re out, i’m in your house
puntching and guns, mugs out
this all about getting more, never get no sleep
cause i’m young and i’m restless, plus my young gotta eat
dohdga for stress, we keep the heat in large amounts
we got that stif and that hardthat’ll break the acount
i’m counting it out, thirsty as i roll through the block
every hour got a b-tch making collects and drops
staying on top, crossed out with vvs rocks
say your payd everyday, why you not hot?

[verse 3: skatterman]
i’m just a prodict of my naborhood, n-gga i’m bad
there weren’t many choices on the block i had
when i grow up, i wanna cuss like them
get all the bad-ss b-tches that i can f-ck just like them
roll in [?] so i can cut like them
[?] bust like them
show no fear, and have nuts like them
what you saying, skatterman?
i wanna be just like them
have a million dollar spot, get crushed like them
go hard for h-lla years, but on the hutch like them
italian type lawyers, they can’t touch like them
with 22 inch ryms, big trucks like them
now i’m just like them
dumping that fire
running with crooks, convicts and hibitual lyers
missing for hours
treat every man like a bird
never say a word about the work, [?]

[verse 4: filthy]
doe boyz is strapped with tommy guns
we run with young gunz
gangsta sh-t’s on the corner, n-gga where we from
k!ll or be k!lle[?], kc [?]
even though we play for show, when it comes to doe, we getting more
hit low and stay low
i’m a g, so i ain’t playing, for my kids i’ll be waiting
they show all these [?]
i’m in the gang [?]
busting gats, i’ll be taiming
me and dez not explaining
eat you up just like some [?]
gotta eat, i got the pain
young black and [?]
switching like an episode
on the mission for this paper, gotta stay in hustle mode
pushing this, making paper, surving work, not to haters
real g’s, that’s how they raised us
knocking n-ggas on the paivment
sharing b-tches, never date them
[?] how we rate them
f-ck them good, and then we rade them
freaky b-tch, what i make them
to make me money, selling work
selling -ss on the terf
cj the hustle man, put me in h-lla work

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