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young pappy - after life part 3 lyrics

[intro]
r.i.p. my dead mans
free my niggas in the can
i got shorties who lost homies that’s just out here for revenge
b-tch, my toolie tucked
b-tch, i’m truey’d up, can’t say shit to me
i’ll get you whacked
features get you taxed, can’t get shit for free

[verse 1]
i’m coolin’ how i be coolin’, i got hoes all on my d-ck
they be lying like they know me, tryna pose all in my pics
give these niggas a reason to hate, they be listening to my shit
i be doing this shit for y’all and i ain’t gon’ stop ’till i get rich, b-tch
long -ss clip, that’s 30
got a body on this b-tch, that’s dirty
niggas say they want me dead, but i ain’t worried
’cause this .40’ll turn a nigga brains to a mcflurry
i be ridin’ with this motherfucker, flyer than a motherfucker
nina so friendly, have you shyer than a motherfucker
pop a lot of pills, i be higher than a motherfucker
b-tch, i be outside, i ain’t hiding from no motherfucker
what’s understood ain’t gotta be explained
if i wasn’t in the hood, i’d settle for the fame
told broski, “i’m good, i already got a name”
i’ll rather buy a chain and a range, put some things on that b-tch
let me sounds rang on that b-tch
grab shorty, run a train on that b-tch
told ‘er: “i just want some brain and that’s it
’cause if you wanna fuck, you gon’ have to let gang and ‘nem hit!” (gang)

[verse 2]
i can’t take myself, man, shorty can’t take me neither
and that b-tch say she don’t even like niggas
well, that’s okay, me neither
shorty, all that faithful shit for the birds, so a b-tch won’t play me neither
i left with the same niggas that i came with ’cause if they don’t wanna stay, me neither
shorty all on my d-ck ’cause i got a lot of money and i’m already knowin’
by the age of 13, i was already blowin’
by the age of 14, i was already scoring
i done seen a lot of shit in my lifetime
a lot of hoes, mo’ b-tches than a lifetime
a lot of poles, catch you slippin’ and the right time
see the light shine, face shot, b-tch, your life mine!
right there on the floor where he lay
told him: “get up,” but know that he can’t
the way he got hit up remind me of blake
call that boy, the “john doe,” he can not see his face
i cannot feel my face, i be so under the influence
all of them attempts and them bodies i been doing
braggin’ ’bout shit that lil’ shotty ‘nem been doing
b-tch, we got bodies on bodies, you been knewing
my teacher told me i wasn’t gon’ be shit ’cause i smoked too much weed
crazy ’cause i p-ssed her cl-ss with a b
she just didn’t like me ’cause i hung in the streets
and she knew i did dirt with them niggas
same niggas who failed her cl-ss, i was puttin’ in work with them niggas
the nerve of you niggas, talkin’ ’bout i ain’t on shit
you can end up on a shirt with your niggas

[verse 3]
pillow talkin’ that shit ’bout who better
they talkin’ that shit, but whatever
she sucked my d-ck and i swear i just met her
she wanna be my b-tch, but i swear i won’t let her
’cause i don’t got time for you b-tches
and please don’t put your hand out ’cause i don’t have a dime for you b-tches
my nine is extended, so whoever try me gon’ get it
they see me? you die with your witness
shorty all white like mensa
gucci, louie, truey or lay-lay
i be going cray-cray
nigga try to rob me for payday
hell nah, nigga, that shit day day
smokin’ on day day
i’ll never stop going in like rich homie quan in this b-tch
and i will never ever seen the drought
but if i go broke, somebody gon’ starve in this b-tch

[outro]
niggas know and b-tches know
the fucking guys in my fucking eyes, still

- young pappy lyrics

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