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yung d.i. - topless lyrics

intro:
(sing) i been in this booth for to , i been in this for to

verse:
mixtape after mixtape they can’t even keep up/
i was courtside balling on em, with my feet up/
i got one son , one daughter , they won’t be thugs/
ain’t no streets for em, you don’t need the streets to be up/
gotta teach em, if you want that money go and get it/
ain’t n0body gone to give it to ya, hope you paying attention/

hook:
i been in this booth for to long
writing so many verses hope this verse here get me on
“wait’ shooting up every song , i’m the rap game al capone
& the hood won’t leave me lone, they can’t wait til i get on
i been in this booth going way to hard “ay”
broke my wrist apart “ay”
broke my clique apart , i came up and got so hard
n—a can’t break , my s–t go hard “ay”
know i went so hard “ay”

verse:
young n—a went so hard……../
they like boy why you go so hard/
“uh” they like boy why you go so hard i got all this s–t to risk/
i got all these risks to take , all these b—–s on my d–k, all these n—as in my place/
“sapa say” wait , i’m a lil different , speak a lil haitian /
why you keep hating , make me take it, ain’t no patience , ain’t
no slowing down/
you know what go around ….. gone come back around “yea”/
remember the run-n-shoot , we use to run and shoot/
i use to be in the loop , now i jumped out the loop , boy i got plenty loot/
standing in this booth trying to spit my soul out/
f–k the club i brought a lab and put it at my bro spot/
why you go so hard…..young n—a went so hard……/
ain’t got s–t to prove, but i got s–t to lose/
n—as be hose like tools, never gone blow my cool , let em keep watching my moves/

verse:
“wait” life is like russian roulette , i put the gun to ya head/
“uh yea” treating these haters like pets, throw em a bone they a fetch/
f–k yo guess, n—a keep saying i’m next , still ain’t found me yet/
i go hard still ain’t broke no sweat , n—a don’t break like that
“ay”/
pulling up looking like ah “yeah”, smelling like ah “bail” you know i’m gone give em h-ll /
i couldn’t even pay for me a zip of weed/
i done bossed up , now that weed gone pay for me/
everything is a hit , love my s–t , play my s–t , it’s a hit put it on my list “yeah”/
i was so broke my heart was cold….. only thing i had was the bros/
why you go so hard…….. now you know /
young n—a went so hard “yeah , yeah” /
told my mama that i got her, one day she gone retire/
i’m set the world on fire, had to grip the game like pliers “yea”/

outro:
i got one son , one daughter , they won’t be thugs/
ain’t no streets for em, you don’t need the streets to be up/

- yung d i lyrics

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