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the deadly youngan - set it off lyrics

[chorus]
b+tch we gone set it off smoking dope bunch of rounds
b+tch we gone shoot it down n+gga play lost he found
b+tch he can’t make a sound leave him dead in his town
b+tch we put tape over his mouth it sound like he drowned
set it off ain’t talking boosie n+gga still standing with this toolie n+gga
a n+gga play we gone shoot him n+gga we act a foolie n+gga
i ain’t talking foolio he got k!lled by yours truly n+gga
i k!lled his b+tch named julie n+gga she died with a lil cooling n+gga

[verse 1]
we dropped that n+gga with 4 5’s
that n+gga a b+tch no lie
a n+gga play then he gone die
when gang get high they smoke that fye
a n+gga die when a n+gga cry
no blood look like a fry
got steppers stepping up in the sky double step you you gone die
k!llers can’t come here apply
n+gga died on ring wood dr
go there bet you see em dead
we bust that n+gga head
we left the f+cking whole scene red
b+tch he got filled with led
last n+gga got sent to bed fat ass couldn’t get ahead
that b+tch was dating a n+gga named fred finding neverland
better make sure you keep yo pole in heaven stick up with a pan
b+tch i got plenty bodies but i ain’t talking money man
2 b+tches shaking ass one sucking d+ck the other got d+ck in hand
[chorus]
b+tch we gone set it off smoking dope bunch of rounds
b+tch we gone shoot it down n+gga play lost he found
b+tch he can’t make a sound leave him dead in his town
b+tch we put tape over his mouth it sound like he drowned
set it off ain’t talking boosie n+gga still standing with this toolie n+gga
a n+gga play we gone shoot him n+gga we act a foolie n+gga
i ain’t talking foolio he got k!lled by yours truly n+gga
i k!lled his b+tch named julie n+gga she died with a lil cooling n+gga

[verse 2]
blood gone run out of his body just like some f+cking gas
them n+ggas keep on talking sh+t we on they f+cking ass
the opps really be hating on me they know i got that bag
this choppa never run out cause this b+tch keep a mag
these n+ggas b+tches leave they ass lil mane that sh+t is sad
you should’ve seen how we did dump just like his f+cking dad
b+tch we gone sniper rifle yo ass just like that n+gga brad
a n+gga play he pop up on yo screen just like a f+cking ad
b+tch i never go in woods but b+tch i keep them sticks
how a n+gga tryna steal my sh+t get off my f+cking d+ck
b+tch i go hard on the mic they know i make a hit
i never really liked yo f+ck sh+t not a f+cking bit
i’ll have my shooters lay you down even my family round
them n+ggas talking bout the b+tch we gone shoot em down
money on yo f+cking head just like a crown i’ll get you rebound
i’ll put you in the f+cking ground lil b+tch can’t look around
[chorus]
b+tch we gone set it off smoking dope bunch of rounds
b+tch we gone shoot it down n+gga play lost he found
b+tch he can’t make a sound leave him dead in his town
b+tch we put tape over his mouth it sound like he drowned
set it off ain’t talking boosie n+gga still standing with this toolie n+gga
a n+gga play we gone shoot him n+gga we act a foolie n+gga
i ain’t talking foolio he got k!lled by yours truly n+gga
i k!lled his b+tch named julie n+gga she died with a lil cooling n+gga

- the deadly youngan lyrics

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