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young lincoln – ninety bars lyrics

young lincoln steppin in 5’9 or whatever
no matter the height, you know we’re higher, you ain’t on my level
and even if you’re close i’m so g-ssed up, i’ll twist the throttle and dip, then i’m gone
380 a zip for the spliff i’m puffin on
7 5/8’s new era fitted, never snappin’ back
unless it’s a dirtshark or monster hat, then you know i’m wearin that
blunts and pockets opposite my women, yeah i keep ’em fat
but yeah i like my girl thick too, ain’t f-ckin with her if she flat
no double zeros
always digits in my bank account, tengo un monton de dinero
that’s spanish for i’m counting stacks in case you didn’t know
diamonds in my ears icy, flows colder words are so froze
307 moto life you already know though
bustin’ through your city to go ride or do a show show
no matter what we’re doing, where we’re going we blow dro dro
smoking on that, smoking on that, u o e n o bro
in the studio, or while i’m driving
ripping up the most potent, wish that i could smoke it while im riding
but i can’t so i’ma toast one, throw my helmet on, you know i’m vibing
about to k!ll the track, opponents turning on dont k!ll my vibe
’cause they see me on the 307 and they know i’m ’bout to ride on em
i’m ’bout to ride on em
grip it, rip it, whip it, run it wide on em
they were prolly having a great day until young lincoln decided to slide on ’em
had to let these haters know
oh, h-llo the kid is here
one more time in case you didn’t know it ’14 is my year
been chillin for a second, now its my time to shine, let’s make it clear
ready to drop my mixtape, give the critics what they wanna hear
nothing but the realest out my mouth, so always have no fear
i ain’t like these other blake’s, lying ain’t my deal
so believe me when i tell you young lincolns no mike ill
i’m proud of where i come from but i’m not tryna stay up in the ‘ville
i’m metro shreddin’, cheddar chasin’, and the paper’s national
you ain’t really getting stacks if you ain’t never left nashville
you used to be my homie, whats gotten into you?
dub, peace, and love bro the mollies got you tripped my dude
the lying, always tell stories, you should be a writer too
then maybe you could the sell the books and do the sh-t you say you do
until then get the f-ck from round me, i ain’t tryna mess with you
ain’t got room for impostors around me, strictly real inside our crew
young lincoln thinkin what would abe do, let’s be honest
prolly light that loud and rip a beat,so im going -ss-ssination on it
ford theatre, yl i’m gonna k!ll it, ain’t no comin back
rippin on the open vape, favorite flavors green crack
empty sh-lls, fill ’em up, light, repeat, burn up the sack
jet life, crazy alt-tude, above you lames and thats a fact
always soaring high whether on the beat or on the track
smoking, riding, vibing, lethal combo, ain’t no stopping that

(when the mixtape drops you best be signin’ on and coppin that)

- young lincoln lyrics

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