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yung booke - intro lyrics

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(wooh)

“it’s the return of the m-th- f-kn savage yeah i’m back, like i left something important rushing while i was packin, i’m in traffic and i’m ashn, popn zanez, got a heater no jammy go to blammin, hope my b-tch don’t panic”

“hunit round drum nick cannon understand me, make my lil n-gga run up in ya spot like ya, rich dancing marcus houston u got served if i serve you, u was mad soon as you took the dummy out the plastic, i was trappn i was taken n-ggas out before rappin, had a benz before the deal, then i f-ked around and crashed it, i don’t never mind f-ck wit perkys they relax me”

“n-gga play the forty go screen ????, i was tought to never turn down the fade, where the challengers, she be f-kn him and then him ohh she so scandalous

every time i step out, i swear i’m fresh as a mannequin”

“told migo go on and send me everything i can handle it (woah)

y’all better stop playin wit me, f-ck a b-tch good and make her fix me some sandwich’s

my owners dem my brothers i swear i treat um like family”

“city on my back the third time i’m damaging, everything the game in a headlock, f-ck a vest see red dots and head shots, i’m a go and get some money f-ck what the rest got, i’m balling on these n-ggas these suckas can’t dress out(hey)”

“i’m a pull up in front, vallet gone park dat

i’m posted up at the same place u got robbed at, i’m talkin chains and watch on and all that

if i ain’t a real one, what you call that

i’m top shotta, big dogg, a rottweiler, dundodda

been counting cash for a whole hour, ask around they let you know that the streets ours, i got money and respect i was born with power”

“this one for the city, this one for the b-tches up in blue flame and folleys but naked strippin

this one for the young n-gga on the corner with a bomb and a pistol by his side he can’t wait to use it

this one for the real, this one for the n-gga who can’t be around the fake, not a lil bit”

“and m-th-f-ck the police, we ain’t g-ssed tryn to lock me up on some bullsh-t c.o.m.b”

3 m-th-f-cka (ha-ha-ha-ha)

(yeah!!)

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