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the deadly youngan - trial lyrics

[chorus]
caught that n+gga he knew he was dead when we locked eyes
got this chicken in my pants but it do eating this ain’t popeyes
went to trial and beat the case with 67 and my five guys
don’t do sh+t wrong but we get blamed everytime a opp die
that n+gga died confused his ass ain’t even see them rocks fly
we send the opps to sleep this choppa sing his ass a lullaby
they say that we done f+cked up everytime a n+gga mom cry
we gone spin spin spin until you dеad and b+tch that’s no lie

[verse 1]
he keep dissing on my gang and imma put him on a shirt
the wholе hood know my name the deadly youngan put in work
b+tch we created dead n+ggas that’s yo dead homie in the dirt
when we spin you ain’t gone see us all yo ass gone hear is boom boom boom boom
a n+gga play we hit his face we gone make his body lock
we don’t talk a lot of cost all my k!llers k!llin with a cost
i’m ready to k!ll a n+gga murder is my only thoughts
and when i drop sh+t you better murder it no tommy hawks
a n+gga play he gone drop smith and weston with this glock
n+ggas know that we gone spark it up catch him then we pop
i just might just buy the drop you better run like d block
i got the burner b+tch so the bullet got the seat locked
[chorus]
caught that n+gga he knew he was dead when we locked eyes
got this chicken in my pants but it do eating this ain’t popeyes
went to trial and beat the case with 67 and my five guys
don’t do sh+t wrong but we get blamed everytime a opp die
that n+gga died confused his ass ain’t even see them rocks fly
we send the opps to sleep this choppa sing his ass a lullaby
they say that we done f+cked up everytime a n+gga mom cry
we gone spin spin spin until you dead and b+tch that’s no lie

[verse 2]
p+ssy b+tch no face no case lil b+tch you better tie ya lace
you know how we escaped leave you tied and get yo body scr+ped
better really be with this sh+t this sh+t get sticky like some tape
these n+ggas talking what what what and hit you with this drac
i don’t need to go the club with all these b+tches on my c+ck
durk got tyga f+cked ion know what that dumb ass n+gga thought
n+gga yo whole street know me i’m announced up on yo block
and i’m yo opp that’s how you know you stupid tryna be my opp
a p+ssy ass n+gga try to run up on me lil b+tch this glock imma use it
any n+gga wanna play with the deadly youngan we gone hit his maduli
come on yo block with cameras come on b+tch we tryna shoot a movie
we ain’t got no chill limit any n+gga hanging round me stay ruthless

- the deadly youngan lyrics

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