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young m.a - levels (freestyle) lyrics

[verse]
yo it’s levels to this sh-t, levels to this sh-t
got a long trey pound, put that metal to his lip
a n-gg- got quiet real quick
cause he know my n-gg-s start a riot real quick
i got your b-tch with her top off
we in the coupe with the top off
and your b-tch gave me top, lord
get a nut then i drop her off
cause she a thot, always give a n-gg- top
she don’t do it for the guap, she just do it cause i’m hot
and these p-ssy -ss n-gg-s so quick to call the cops
5-0 -ss n-gg-, y’all some ho -ss n-gg-s
these n-gg-s never on my level
all red porsche, looking like the devil
hit 9-5, put the pedal to the metal
since i got a lil money, all these b-tches tryna settle
i don’t love these hoes, i don’t cuff these hoes
i don’t trust these hoes, put the p-ssy on her nose
there’s levels to this cl-t
i’m so disrespectful but i don’t give a sh-t
redlyfe is the team, faded off lean
all we do is smoke loud, we don’t f-ck with that green
when you see that red beam, just know that’s us n-gg-
redlyfe, and we don’t really trust n-gg-s
i’m sh-tting on ‘em
give me any beat, i’m spittin’ on ‘em
and these n-gg-s ain’t up ‘cause i’m sittin’ on ‘em
money ain’t sh-t ‘cause i get it often
never broke, i got forever dough
and i don’t ever brag but f-ck it though
and if that ho ain’t f-cking then she gotta go
that just how it goes
either it’s f-cking or you out the door, adios
i got a cold heart, i don’t give a f-ck
i tell these b-tches go down while i live it up
man these hoes come to me, i don’t pick ‘em up
but if that p-ssy good, i’ll pick her up
i bring her to the crib, i’ll lift her up
if that p-ssy clean, i’ll lick it up
posing with your b-tch, middle finger up
man these hoes be so quick to give it up
cause i’m a pretty -ss n-gg-, i steal women
and they don’t be g-y but they still with it
they be looking at me like yeah she a girl
but f-ck it, she cute, she can still get it
wrist looking like spongebob
chain looking the simpsons
head looking tweety bird
everything gold, that silver sh-t old
fresh pair of j’s, n-body got those
i’m a fly -ss n-gg-, paid a stack for my clothes
belt buckle hat, body full of tats
i’m addicted to the ink, i need it like crack
she got a pretty face, tell her put it in my lap
my seat went back and that was all she wrote
she ate the coochie up like that was all she know
she had her meal now it’s time for her to go
gotta go man

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