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que – young nigga (remix) lyrics

[intro: que & quavo]
young rich n-gga made a milly off swipin’ (hey)
seen it come and go, like a motherf-cking psychic

remix, remix, remix, remix, remix

(young n-gga sh-t man, young rich n-gga sh-t
hold up)

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

[hook: quavo]
young n-gga, young n-gga, young n-gga young n-gga young n-gga
young n-gga i stay with the pistol
i hang with drug dealers, gorillas, and k!llas
young n-gga, young n-gga, young n-gga young n-gga young n-gga
young n-gga i stay with the pistol
i hang with drug dealers, gorillas, and k!llas

[verse 1: que]
young rich n-gga made a milly off swipin’ (hey)
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 gone bite like mike tyson
young n-gga, young n-gga, young n-gga young n-gga young n-gga
i stay with the pistols and i hang with drug dealers
gorillas, pill flippers and k!llas
i chill in the slum, concede with my plug
i made a mill using my sk!llet
get lean by the tub, i’ll show you some love
you cop some and get a free pigeon

[verse 2: juicy j]
young n-gga, young n-gga
i laugh to the bank, i’m tigga
come try me i’ll pop that pistol
i promise n0body won’t miss you
tell ’em cut the check with no scissors
i keep keyshia cole in my swisher
i’ve been counting money so d-mn long
that all my fingers got blisters
my young n-gga straight illin’
that chopper ain’t got no feelings
one phone call, they go ape sh-t
that banana clip start peelin’
they sick, they stop on your block and let off
then dip, that’s it
my young n-ggas know how to ball
and get rich
with a trip, getting trippy
n-gga nineteen sittin’ on a milly
young n-gga won’t p-ss on a penny
if it’s out here n-gga, let’s get it
all these change n-ggas know we stuntin’
if your fam ain’t eatin’ then it don’t mean nothin’
got goons on deck n-ggas think we bluffin’
like durex condoms, b-tch we bustin’

[hook: quavo ]

[verse 3: b.o.b.]
young n-gga getting head while the engine running
ten swishers, i’m burning, i’m getting blunted
yeah so say what you say and feel what you like but a n-gga is paid
she see what she like and i know why she came
i give her that pipe, she be dizzy for days
wow, she got amnesia
but i don’t remember her eitha’
n-ggas be swearing they seen me
but to get where i’m at you need a visa
uh, in a two seater
black and white beamer
look like a zebra
man i’m so sick, i’ma need anesthesia
you wanna feature, you gone need jesus
to get your g’s up, uhhh
85,000 people fill the arena
give ’em a seizure
running through green like i’m a receiver
with a bad b-tch that look like serena
i swear to god you should’ve seen her
bobby ray bands, you know what it is
you know my demeanor (ayy)

[hook: quavo]

- que lyrics

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