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the deadly youngan - paper tags lyrics

[verse 1]
i catch a opp lacking we drill some holes and then we shoot to k!ll
lil boy you step on sh+t in games lil n+gga i step on sh+t for real
d+mn ion really feel pain sh+t i really think my heart is made of steel
i can’t show fake love to rats these n+ggas know that im to real
play and you get shot down
i just dropped a bag on kaiden head to get him knocked down
that lil white b+tch trippin that hoe finna call the cops now
they said her parents missing heard they got found in the lost and found
speaking on gang riding with soldiers we catch bodies not mimic the net
smoking on dead opps jdot i catch a opp stretch his ass find out who next
i had to distance my self frm da gang because of dat one lil hoe dat i met
that b+tch p+ssed me off imma put her brother in a cough+in like b+tch dats a bet

[chorus]
n+gga you broke as f+ck and got no funds i swear you boys some f+gs
heard that boy was playing gta next day that n+gga lagged
swear you n+ggas be acting like some females b+tch go get yo ass a pad
we know that yo ass snitched lil n+gga you dumb its on the paper tags
its on the paper tags the gang called me quick and said you did us bad
lil boy you a real b+tch you ain’t on sh+t we step in vapor max
break yo b+tch back lil n+gga you dead im smoking on yo pack
dead ass n+gga
[verse 2]
he said im gone die like tell that boy stop
dissing on z is what got his ass dropped
say you a gangster thats something you not
catch that lil boy soak him down with the mop
i been on the block with switches and glocks you can get yo ass shot you can get yo ass rocked
fold that boy up hit his ass with a croc
like he a fox knock him out of his socks
said that you could whoop me lil boy you my son
if he look at me wrong we gone k!ll him for fun
in band all day i been posted with drums
im posted not posting on socials to run
leave that boy dead ass posted with slums
wipe that lil boy off the map like some crumbs
he said that deadly not deadly boy you dumb
sing musical tunes for real when i hum
b+tch im the real deadly youngan for real
tj was a b+tch and boy you is still
been mad off the x shooting opps of this pill
get up to the money like jack and jill
the opps said its up said its smoke in the air
you n+ggas want beef sh+t i really dont care
he speak on my name walk down no spare
get yo ass shot you survive thats rare

- the deadly youngan lyrics

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