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yo leroy - hard life for a youngin lyrics

(verse one: yo leroy)

i am smoking on that loud pack rolling up a black cat kush in my lounges now pedal to the medal while i chill back weed be so dam strong that i can’t hit it out a bong peeling up a zone n-gga kush is my cologne nogga sippin on that styrophom don’t get tough with me betta watch your tone i don’t aim for chest i want the done beat the p-ssy up now she finna moan what’s that on my feet yeah boah them called trues that snap back that green crack makes your girl suck me up like a vacuum dollar signs all around me big banks boy cuz cash rules tell your girl to swallow up cuz spitin up to me is kinda rude let me take you back way back to my broke days when i was serving nicks and dimes in my bas-m-nt bussin rhymes look me up i ain’t hard to fine see my pops mane he did h-lla time say he ain’t going back no more cuz if he do he can’t shine moms mane she upset with me at least that’s how i feel 4th of july night she could if died and for my moms mane i will k!ll

(chorus: yo leroy)

and all these n-ggas no the deal they no they no hard life for a young n-gga and all these n-ggas no the drill they no they no hard life for a young n-gga

(verse two: b trill)

i got the loud in the blunt moving slow kinda stuck and i keep a bad b-tch with me yeah her and her big but moving through the hood with slump turn that base up hear that bump b trill n-gga no what’s up harbor side vet buss down a little latin mottle and a bottle finna have some fun hard lid for a young n-gga so i gotta hit the blunt r.i.p. to all my n-ggas for all y’all ill buss down a swisha loud pacs i keep that k!lla b-tches on my nuts cuz i’m rilla i ain’t a hyper boy but ill still buss your sh-t nights no the deal n not to test my cl!ck big homies walking round strap cl!ck long clip murda in my hood but dam no one seen sh-t no whiteness no case the boys all up in your face come for questioning and threatinin but i won’t turn state head to my girls crib hit the smash on the plate get dress then hit then its back to the cake

- yo leroy lyrics

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