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Use A− / A+ para ajustar a leituraI Hate YoungBoy
Say, 10Let's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)Horrid, run it up (Lil Top)I don't give a fuck, man, look (nigga, yeah)Youngboy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' themTell them niggas: Fuck 'em, and they knowthat I ain't scared of themHow you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't diedabout your cousin nem?Quando got no filter, and he say that, they gon' fuck wit' himClean up on aisle O, youngin' let that chop blowAyy, my brother let that stick blownigga know that's my smokeHe called me a bitch, that's India, that be your hoPosted with that stick like Indians, they want my soulPost about it, bitch, I got like thirty million, my mind goneAnd I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time goneI'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupieswhile at my homeWhy you drop that whack-ass song? Pussy bitchyou should've knownMy daddy tell me: Leave it 'lone, but I'm likeMan, fuck them niggasUsed to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggasMomma know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupidmake me bust a niggaThey know I'm on house arrest so they feel like they officialBitch, I kill you, then I take your whistleGod know I don't like you niggasFeds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missilesBitch, don't bring my baby momma up, she richer than your niggasEvery nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'emSet 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, RomoKnow I keep that nine with meyou can act like you don't knowBaby with 'em, 4pf, four poles firin'Want me for to die? Tell that pussy: Cross the lineI ain't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'emFree Baba, that's my evil twinYoungin bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' inHe get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came inI be turnt up with my baby mommasI ain't got no fuckin' friendsHe got Rolls, my Mclaren, he got Maybach and Range RoverHe got Bentley Gt, Redeyes, black coatingSlidin' in a Tesla, and he got that yay onPussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homieNigga, I'm a real Blood, and I'm screamin': BlattI get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trackStill don't wanna drop my son offknow somebody might get whackedBoard the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' thraxWhere you at? Your security, they get bust at tooI don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at youYour daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, tooTell him sit on side your cousin mommawhile that bitch grieve tooAnd that lil' bitch, she say, 4l, huh? I say: Heads or tails, slimeTell 'em, "Kill Youngboy, " all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hahLet me check my mail, five, fifteen mills, just for the slimeStomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike signFree Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slimeWin or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mineDon't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no moreI just wanna make the bitch go, he waitin' from the go (ha-ha)You know where I stay, don't let me find your home (fuck you)They don't let me see my daughterfrom the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)Hear that blicky sound, that's the Dada toneFeel like Boosie don't even like mebitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)Tell Apple I said: Fuck 'em, they promote his song(say, 10, fuck you)They be hatin' on Tim and Quandothey act like they wrong (fuck you)Youtube streamers, they be dick-ridin'don't react no more (fuck you)You fuck with them, don't fuck with meand that's just how that goWhen I release, this pure drop, that be pure dopeChinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folksMomma told me for to take my Ritalin and I said: NoSarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slowHold on, I ain't even, I ain't even rappin', JasonI'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it'sFuck themYou heard me? These bitch-ass niggas actlike they scared to dieYoungboy, I been thuggin', I been slimeI ain't scared to dieI don't fuck with Cc, but my oldest brother CripI be on Dc, Dc, Marvel, that be himI be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to tripFuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him
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