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young roddy - 40 acres lyrics

[intro]
yo where you get that sh-t
my brother

i love him
still wish a n-gga would n-gga
flow so cold need a mink coat
goodsense

[verse 1]
man n-ggas on their ho sh-t
i’m on a bring it to a n-gga to front door sh-t
n-gga ho is talking sh-t but don’t know sh-t
man a n-gga off a n-gga on switch
a dope boy talking dope sh-t
yeah still a middle finger to my old b-tch
get a whip out time to take a road trip
yeah i sold out yeah a n-gga need some more sh-t
my people came on a slave ship so we could get our 40 acres and a red whip
i seen a n-gga get robbed ain’t say sh-t (nope)
seen a n-gga get shot ain’t say (nope)
that’s the code to the game though
a bunch of f-ck boys f-cking up the game though
mama want a real n-gga no lame-o
had all white bricks in a black range rover
strapped down like a seat belt
i swear to god n-ggas acting like females
i give it to them so vivid every detail
all i see is money every time i check the email
get paid on a mother f-cker
yeah i got it out the mud with my blood brother
ya b-tch got me on speed dial
i get me then i holla on the rebound

[hook]
flow so cold need a mink coat
d-mn shorty she a pro with the deep throat
i bet shorty drop it low for a c-note
but i’m still playing broke knowing a n-gga got dough
f-ck 12 f-ck the feds f-ck the 5 o
when you grinding n-gga wonder where the time go
short days n-gga long nights from a city when you beefing it be on sight

[verse 2]
but i ain’t with that
my highschool crush still trying to hit that
and i ain’t see her in a long time
but i know she heard the boy on a cold grind
so ‘just in case she hear what i’m cookin’
girl i’m still trying to hit that p-ssy
i got money but i need more and that’s word to my n-gga mo
sippin’ liquor on a speed boat
flow like i got a cheat code
like the ’96 bulls n-gga
i’m doing this for uncle bull n-gga
i know you proud of a n-gga though
when i die don’t cry for a n-gga though
just light an l, f-ck a bad b-tch for a n-gga
and tell my son his daddy was a real n-gga
n-gga shot for the hood n-ggas
it was all bad now it’s all good n-ggas
but they ain’t living like that
i still wish a n-gga would n-gga

[hook]
flow so cold need a mink coat
d-mn shorty she a pro with the deep throat
i bet shorty drop it low for a c-note
but i’m still playing broke knowing a n-gga got dough (life)
i still wish a n-gga would n-gga
flow so cold need a mink coat
shorty she a pro with the deep throat
i bet shorty drop it low for a c-note
but i’m still playing broke knowing a n-gga got dough

- young roddy lyrics

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