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ybs skola - young nigga lyrics

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[intro]
stop worryin’ ’bout a n-gg- do
i ain’t worried ’bout nothin’, n-gg-
i’m doin’ what i’m doin’, n-gg-
i’m doin’ how i wanna do it, you dig?
king midas

[chorus]
quit worryin’ ’bout what a n-gg- do
f-ck that, trinny walkin’ in double g’d to the shoe
doc’ said slow down on the lean
all that promethazine like a n-gg- got flu
young n-gg- shining with the racks
got me f-ckin’ these lil’ bad hoes by the two
young n-gg- love to hit the mall
then hit the trap, put right back whatever i blew

[verse 1]
stop worryin’ ’bout how a n-gg- get it
how i spend five hundred dollars on a fitted
how i got ’em rubber bands taller than a midget
how i got a cuban lookin’ like it’s out a freezer
plays lined up, waitin’ on that justin bieber
on the way from chevy, in the benz with a diva
pedal to the floor, laid back, blowin’ reefer
if you need some gl-ss, i can get it for you cheaper
young n-gg- stay with a beeper
i just poured eight in a liter
long live scoota and trues
it ain’t one song that i don’t think ’bout you neither
f-ck n-gg- keep talkin’ foul
’til he get caught lackin’ and hit with that heater (b-tch)
f-ck n-gg- keep talkin’ foul
’til he get caught lackin’ and hit with that heater (headshot)

[chorus]
quit worryin’ ’bout what a n-gg- do
f-ck that, trinny walkin’ in double g’d to the shoe
doc’ said slow down on the lean
all that promethazine like a n-gg- got flu
young n-gg- shining with the racks
got me f-ckin’ these lil’ bad hoes by the two
young n-gg- love to hit the mall
then hit the trap, put right back whatever i blew
quit worryin’ ’bout what a n-gg- do
f-ck that, trinny walkin’ in double g’d to the shoe
doc’ said slow down on the lean
all that promethazine like a n-gg- got flu
young n-gg- shining with the racks
got me f-ckin’ these lil’ bad hoes by the two
young n-gg- love to hit the mall
then hit the trap, put right back whatever i blew

[verse 2]
f-ck you opps
any n-gg- play, we gon’ lay sh-t down like we the mob
f-ck you cops
we gon’ pay that lawyer, tell him fight the charge
brand new whip
i ain’t bring out yet, still got that in the garage
while i’m drivin’
i can lay back in the chair and get m-ssaged
i’m not joking
in that duffle bag at least a hundred large
i love traveling
and going to the islands with my broad
racks on deck
i barely ever have to use my card
you keep bluffing
you know that all that sh-t just a facade

[chorus]
quit worryin’ ’bout what a n-gg- do
f-ck that, trinny walkin’ in double g’d to the shoe
doc’ said slow down on the lean
all that promethazine like a n-gg- got flu
young n-gg- shining with the racks
got me f-ckin’ these lil’ bad hoes by the two
young n-gg- love to hit the mall
then hit the trap, put right back whatever i blew



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