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waka flocka flame - young nigga lyrics

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[hook: gucci mane]
my pants sagging low like a young n+gga
i’m twisting up the dro like a young n+gga
i’m in the club thirty deep like a young n+gga
i’m still in the streets like a young n+gga
like a young n+gga, this one for the young n+ggas
where you from, n+gga? this one for the young n+ggas
for the young n+ggas, this one is for the young n+ggas
where you from, n+gga? this one for the young n+ggas

[verse 1: gucci mane]
yeah, most my n+ggas rob, they don’t got a job
i got a couple young n+ggas that’ll take the charge
so i don’t bring a bodyguard, i bring my entourage
stop the track, pause, r.i.p. to camouflage
i’m ’bout to pull my yellow ‘rari out the car garage
i got some young n+ggas that’ll hide your body parts

[verse 2: waka flocka flame]
twisting fingers in the club, i’m a young n+gga
got them old n+ggas saying i love that young n+gga
your whole cliquе buying shots, y’all some broke n+ggas
pants sagging, flag hanging, i’m a young n+gga
in the club, strappеd up with them guns, n+gga (southside)
we shooting at the police just for fun, n+gga
[hook: gucci mane]
my pants sagging low like a young n+gga
i’m twisting up the dro like a young n+gga
i’m in the club thirty deep like a young n+gga
i’m still in the streets like a young n+gga
like a young n+gga, this one for the young n+ggas
where you from, n+gga? this one for the young n+ggas
for the young n+ggas, this one is for the young n+ggas
where you from, n+gga? this one for the young n+ggas

[verse 3: waka flocka flame]
ray charles vision, screaming, “where’s the competition”
lot of rappers on the carton, man, they swag missing
i’m on that young n+gga sh+t
shiesty ass n+ggas at my shows robbin’ for bricks
gucci said i’m going hard, flocka on his sh+t
total school swag, got these hoes on my d+ck
i’m a lotto pick, i’m like, “which girl to get”
pulled up on some onset, yellow and black whip
i’m on my wiz khalifa sh+t, but i don’t do no papers
fresh up out them papers, haters catch the vapors
shoes alligators, i’m talking ’bout jordans
she ain’t got enough swag, shawty can’t afford ’em (flocka)

[hook: gucci mane]
my pants sagging low like a young n+gga
i’m twisting up the dro like a young n+gga
i’m in the club thirty deep like a young n+gga
i’m still in the streets like a young n+gga
like a young n+gga, this one for the young n+ggas
where you from, n+gga? this one for the young n+ggas
for the young n+ggas, this one is for the young n+ggas
where you from, n+gga? this one for the young n+ggas



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