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que – young nigga lyrics

[intro: que]
young rich n-gga made a milli off swiping
seen it come and go like a motherf-cking psychic

[bridge: quavo]
hundred band juug, young n-gga had to sn-tch it
young rich n-gga made a milli off of trapping
young n-gga playing with mariah like nick cannon
all my goons young, i know i’m a money savage

[chorus: quavo]
young n-gga, young n-gga
young n-gga, young n-gga, young n-gga
young n-gga, i stay with the pistols
i hang with drug dealers, gorillas and k!llers
young n-gga, young n-gga
young n-gga, young n-gga, young n-gga
young n-gga, i stay with the pistols
i hang with drug dealers, gorillas and k!llers

[verse 1: que]
young rich n-gga made a milli off swiping
seen it come and go, like a motherf-cking psychic
brand new chopper with the beam, no license
try to steal my cash that b-tch gon bite like mike tyson
young n-gga, young n-gga, young n-gga, young n-gga, young n-gga
young n-gga, i stay with the pistols
i hang with drug dealers, gorillas, pill flippers and k!llers
i chill in the slum, concede with my plug
i made a mil using my sk!llet
get lean by the tub, i’ll show you some love
you cop some and get a free pigeon

[pre-chorus: quavo]
hundred band juug, young n-gga had to sn-tch it
young rich n-gga made a milli off of trapping
young n-gga playing with mariah like nick cannon
all my goons young, i know i’m a money savage

[verse 2: takeoff]
i’m a drug dealer, got k!llas will k!ll ya
they do what i say it’s no issue
young n-gga, my young n-ggas strapped with them pistols
they hit ya, yo momma gone miss you
them bullets gone kiss you, my diamonds official
like a referee with a whistle
get 20k just for a picture
you buy the drank, i buy the pitcher
i see you pull up in that rental
you stashing them bricks in the fender
you got a trap house in the gate
the security posted, it say “do not enter”
young n-gga don’t care ’bout your pistol
young n-ggas they don’t care who with you
i’m posted, ain’t gotta do nothing
my young n-ggas hungry, i send em to hit you

[verse 3: quavo]
hanging with the drug dealers, n-gga i am a real k!ller
bullets the same size as missiles
n-gga you can come get your issue
i know that you softer than tissue
i know that my bullets gone hit you
my n-ggas got arms, they trap in the slums
of atlanta and iraq and i know it’s so dumb
hundred rounds, call it drumma boy
got a big -ss tank, call it tonka toy
nah you don’t want no drama boy
i’ll eat a n-gga -ss like an almond joy
my n-gga, my n-gga, my n-gga
my n-gga, i don’t want to hit you
i call my goons, you clear the room
my n-ggas come through and then let out a boom

- que lyrics

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