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young the third - yt3 (freestyle) lyrics

[intro]
i be struggling tryna catch that sh+t
yeah, ok
ok (how about a little music to count me money to?)

[hook]
can i get some lean in my lemonade?
n+gga talking talk but won’t say it to my face
i might grab the glock, huh
you gon’ catch this fade, huh
when we spin the block, make a n+gga relocate
can i get some lean in my lemonade
n+gga talking talk but won’t say it to my face
i might grab the glock, huh
you gon’ catch this fade, huh
when we spin the block, make a n+gga relocate, yeah

[verse 1]
make a n+gga dance but this ain’t renegade
how to be the goat? n+gga, let mе demonstrate
say he bе outside like on the day to day
nah, what? anyways
i just took yo’ bae, doing plays, no 2k
don’t care what you say, why you hate? what’d you gain?
and you hold no weight
don’t get laid, don’t get paid
no we ain’t afraid, we gon’ pull up with them k’s
walk in, get down
young the third in now
this is what i been ’bout, you a little late now
left right, drip drown
drippin’ from the dreads down
n+ggas cap with no gown ’cause they hood on ghost town
[verse 2]
spin around, man, somebody in trouble
scantron, put the lead in ya bubble
man down, put the body in duffle
got missed calls like ya phone in a tunnel
know we be plotting like teams in a huddle
shawty got cake, i ain’t talking ’bout funnel
she calling me, “let’s be a couple”, i chuckle
’cause i said i love her but i do not love her

[bridge]
wait, wait, wait, wait
wait, wait, woah
young the third, take it slow
you don’t like these ho’s no more
gotta get this dough
young the third, let’s go

[verse 3]
you n+ggas fake, you n+ggas some wannabes
looking right through you, i see all the puppetry
she hit my phone, she needed some company
black yellow boots, yeah, my feet be on bumblebee
she want the money, little baby, don’t come to me
i made her leave and she walking out grumpily
she was like “why don’t you see all the love in me?”
don’t you remember them days you made fun of me?
now i barley remember you
all of a sudden my shows you attending to
fashion forever, i’m talking ’bout 22
west side with me so watch who you stepping to
lord forgive me for what i was sent to do
bludgeon the body, bro clean up the residue
talking behind screens on the internet
but that boy was from syracuse
[verse 4]
sheesh, who that lil boy with the breesh?
got the money on a leash
i just pulled up with like 3 ho’s
man, that just boosted my ego
two of them from puerto rico
other one taught me some spanish
shawty said i was bonito, sh+t
sh+t, let’s go
big bills, got no unos or dos
i walk in the spot, the bodies hit the floor
cookin’ up, call me the ock at the store
young the third going crazy i suppose
used to be rockin’ jeans with the rose
people talk ’bout the cons, not the pros
no, i ain’t duckin’ cameras, i’ma pose

[outro]
haha, yeah
i’m off this, facts
how about a little music to count me money to?

- young the third lyrics

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