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yung wun - stomp lyrics

[trick] one

[yung wun]
y’all done f-cked up now!
oh sh-t! ahhhhhhhhhhhh!
it’s mine now! who want it, ha?
d-s, ryde or die n-gg-, you heard that?

it’s yung wun with the big gun, what you gon’ do boy?
you betta sit down n-gg- don’t play like that
betta yet tell ya man to put down the gat
before it get ugly, i’ma leave ya bl–dy, lil buddy
i don’t play with the gun smoke
for the east to the west coast, n-gg- give up the ghost
no problem barry; you don’t no cemetery, homes
just a pine box dropped off in the woods
a man to come home, six-oh-three be like that
catch a case and come right back
to the block with a gat
standin out in the track with a b-mma hard
b-mmin weed into the sack
n-gg- let the weed smoke blow
i’m intoxicated trying to make a few hits in the head
baby, cause i be wilder, big baller, call up with quarter
trying to make a few endz
be runnin from the police, never wanna follow the impala
(that’s sh-t) and it ain’t no stoppin it
y’all n-gg-s from georgia ain’t lockin it

[chorus: x2]

give it up, give it up, g-g-give it up
these down south boys ain’t playin wit yall
y’all boys betta put em up, put em up what
put em up, put em up, p-p-put em up
this is a stick up and y’all boys betta give it up

[trick daddy]
look, i’m slippin right behind ya n-gg-
don’t try to hide cause i’ll find ya n-gg-
i’m representin dade county n-gg-
i gotta a clip for all ya slimmy n-gg-s
don’t eva try me n-gg-
don’t try to run no bull sh-t like that ??? n-gg-
you know i’ma a fool for this
i gots two for this
i’ll tear yo mammy and your crew plus you for this
them daddy dollars y’all
my sh-t harder dog
i’m fron the city of caprices and impalas y’all
ima go and kill this n-gg-
kiss above this realest n-gg-
first n-gg- to take you to the bar and now you feel this n-gg-
the respect you gotta give us
slip-n-slide and ruff ryders n-gg-
and all yo money can’t buy this n-gg-
my exctacy got me wilin n-gg-
i’m twice that body n-gg-
about 100 miles an hour n-gg-

[swizz beatz]
trick daddy, trick daddy
yung wun, yung wun
yo, ball out

[chorus: x2]

give it up, give it up, g-g-give it up
these down south boys ain’t playin wit yall
y’all boys betta put em up what
put em up, put em up, p-p-put em up
this is a stick up and y’all boys betta give it up

[yung wun]
aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh
wait a minute god d-mnit y’all done f-cked up now
y’all gotta n-gg- from the a on the ruff ryde
representin from the south
in a gl-ss ???
this man got cash in mind
on the cash route
n-gg-s there with they -ss out
talkin bout yung wun’s a b-tch (man)
that ds cliq
ima bout to pitch a f-ckin fit
and start blowin this b-tch
what you think my gun bust ice one
down in georgia
six hours from florida
n-gg-s get slaughtered
boy where im from
problems gon get solved
by getting robbed
causin tear drops and closed caskets
on tha gl-sses
get beside theyself
and soficate from plastic
face down on a mattress

[chorus: x5]

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