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๐Ÿ‘ค YxungKing โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Street Code โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 3:07
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Double cupped up, jeans with the cuts
Bottom double cuffed up
Lookin' for a model who I can cuff up
I wonder if them Bronx b*tches let me holler
A bunch of str*ppers or beauticians from the beauty parlor
A couple scammers boostin' Prada, Dolce and Gabbana
I'm finna squad up, hit the mob, and call up all my partners
I die my young bull, it was Young Lord, seven knocker
I might head to hoop, rather party next to Yonkers

Real money cool with all the h*es, G sh*t, be sh*t
Crip n*ggas came with these snips
I go, detour, snuck the heat in
It was ladies' nights uptown on the weekend
So they drink for free
Think of G when you think of me
N*ggas play pimpin', I ain't into make believe
Syrup sippin' way before the make believe
B*tches in the place to be
I wonder where to take to make 'em shake for Me
I'm a motherf*ckin' G
A-dollar sign, A-dollar-A-P, uh
Hunnid gold teeth and a hunnid gold teeth
I was young, and I was hung
And I was runnin' in the streets, that's G
Meet my motherf*ckin' peeps
Wake up in the morning, brush my fuckin' teeth, go freeze
Before the other n*ggas throw sleeves
N*gga run the streets we don't run from police
That's G

Wayside, on the east side, got my hands tied
No time to be inside wasting my time
We'll slide into nighttime when my n*ggas ride

Double cupped up, jeans with the cuts
Bottom double cuffed up
Lookin' for a model who I can cuff up
I wonder if them Bronx b*tches let me holler
A bunch of str*ppers or beauticians from the beauty parlor
A couple scammers boostin' Prada, Dolce and Gabbana
I'm finna squad up, hit the mob, and call up all my partners
I die my young bull, it was Young Lord, seven knocker
I might head to hoop, rather party next to Yonkers

Real money cool with all the h*es, G sh*t, be sh*t
Crip n*ggas came with these snips
I go, detour, snuck the heat in
It was ladies' nights uptown on the weekend
So they drink for free
Think of G when you think of me
N*ggas play pimpin', I ain't into make believe
Syrup sippin' way before the make believe
B*tches in the place to be
I wonder where to take to make 'em shake for Me
I'm a motherf*ckin' G
A-dollar sign, A-dollar-A-P, uh
Hunnid gold teeth and a hunnid gold teeth
I was young, and I was hung
And I was runnin' in the streets, that's G

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