Young'n

Brooklyn, uh uh uh uh
 Huh huh uh huh do it, yeah
 Uh uh do it huh huh, come on, what ya'll want huh
 Rollin, gold two seater
 Stash in the dash
 Hole through heaters
 Blockah put holes through beaters
 Ghetto Fab stroll through Cheetahs
 Ballin, Brooklyn dawn
 Addicted to Cris', hooked on Don
 15 G's hookers on
 Ma, I wanna see how you look in thongs
 Hustlin', guys that send Po's
 'Cause I chop rocks the size of mentos
 Blame me, I tried to hint those
 Look at the hurt in your eyes they squint closed
 Pimpin' here's a new way to flirt
 Ya listen to the two way alert
 It goes
 Let's go VIP boo raise your skirt
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 I'm Gangsta
 Ya'll just wannabes
 Federal Agents on their P's
 30 grand, 28 on the keys
 Gotta good lawyer, I'm gonna squeeze
 Thuggin' jeans and Timb's
 Fitted to the front lean the brim
 Ride but never on teenage rims
 And I keep a chick's face between my limbs
 Stylin' ya'll heard about my kick game
 I'm on the park where you see me at the Knick game
 Probably seen this tatted on your chick frame
 F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S
 Ridin ya'll know as well I do
 That's the way you can tell I'm blue
 So I got a deal I sell pot too
 'Cause before I hit the pens I'm gettin bailed by Clue
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 Cruisin' top down Mercedes low
 Turn this up when you hear this on the radio
 Blastin with the 18-90 flow
 Make the necks on the ladies go (woo woop)
 Holla that's what a pretty thug will do
 Hit Branson get a fifty jug or two
 Ya'll throwin' on them gritty mugs for who
 Like ya'll don't know what fifty slugs will do
 Hatin' I just bought the booze
 I put ya'll in the front page articles
 I got 'em lookin' at the billboard charts confused
 And I still freestyle just to start the Clue's
 Rappin' I'm that kid about the dough
 I done copped coke and started droughts before
 Ship Platinum out the door
 Now I drop the top down just to shout to hoes
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