peewee longway - youngins lyrics
[chorus]
that’s a hundred on [?] when them guns start c-cking
molly on my tongue, got my jaw still locking
hundred youngins in the cut, they quick to run a n-gg- pop
hundred rounds on [?] when them guns start c-cking
[?] baby mama [?] p-ssy feeling c-cky
i’ma youngin, they bussin, they pop and run that p-ssy pocket
hundred rounds on them [?] when them guns start c-cking
molly still on my tongue, got my jaw still locking
[verse 1]
.44, c-ck it, shoot it
b-tch, go prost-tute it
my jaw still locking, screamin’ “f-ck the prosecutor”
bells on [?] deuces [?]
jury still gucci, tell that [?]
[?]
my jaw still lockin’
[?]
sippin’ on [?] ain’t no question i’ma buss it
chopper flashin’ like a camera, call that b-tch lil’ kodak
youngins in the cut with hundreds [?] switch it, st-tches
servin’ junkies, jumpin’ the fences, bells on the benches
[?] balmain my [?] in my mama kitchen
trigger finger still itching
i missed [?] b-tches
[?] stick, we vibing
got my jaw still locking, i can’t talk to the b-tch
got a hundred on my thighs
b-tch, i’m fifty rich
i just [?] hundred green guys
[?] hundred deep, i’m wit’ a hundred rude boys
what the f-ck my mama tell her son to go to school for?
we whippin’ up dope in a pot
put that d-ck on a thot, ooh
[?]
[chorus]
that’s a hundred on [?] when them guns start c-cking
molly on my tongue, got my jaw still locking
hundred youngins in the cut, they quick to run a n-gg- pop
hundred rounds on [?] when them guns start c-cking
[?] baby mama [?] p-ssy feeling c-cky
i’ma youngin, they bussin, they pop and run that p-ssy pocket
hundred rounds on them [?] when them guns start c-cking
molly still on my tongue, got my jaw still locking
[verse 2]
clutchin’ on a red bag, you can call me rocky
broke my wrist inside a [?]
draco, lemon squeeze
i see you watchin’, pocket watchin’
[?] on this carat, got me lookin’ liberace
young and crippin’ wit’ the ice, just chop you like a [?]
my jaw still locking, i wake up, go get the [?]
ay, f-ck it [?] right across the street from [?]
all i want was top, ay, right back to the spot
blue benjamin, time to count it
forgialo mountain
[?] in atlanta
[?] sippin’ so fill my script
[?] so put [?] all on the counter
[?]
i double clip the [?]
[chorus]
that’s a hundred on [?] when them guns start c-cking
molly on my tongue, got my jaw still locking
hundred youngins in the cut, they quick to run a n-gg- pop
hundred rounds on [?] when them guns start c-cking
[?] baby mama [?] p-ssy feeling c-cky
i’ma youngin, they bussin, they pop and run that p-ssy pocket
hundred rounds on them [?] when them guns start c-cking
molly still on my tongue, got my jaw still locking
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