Young Boy Talk Lyrics
Wiz Khalifa
- (puffin) Uh huh
- Sledgerin
- Uh
- Look nigga i'm the rawest, the mo'fuckin' animal
- Want war? One phone call is how i handle you (whew)
- On the grind, you pussy nigga's hate
- Bitch i'm out in different states, politic, and gettin cake.
- Fill my lungs with the best weed, pockets with them doller signs.
- Run with them niggas holdin glocks like its columbine (pop, pop ,pop)
- I'm a star, ain't a choice hoe i gotta shine
- Far as Pittsburg, i'm the voice so i gotta rhyme.
- Grind all the time ever since the 1st day
- Now i'm gettin cake like every day became my birthday
- something like a earthquake, the way this shit drop
- I be at the tip top posted with a big knot
- You didn't know hoe you sit at home and just watch
- Less then haters, stone cold spectators
- Same lame's turn out to be investigators
- No where near comfortable need extra paper.
- Got the city on smash, the streets on lock
- 100 real niggas with their heats on cock
- got my pockets on swol still need more gwap.
- Plus the hood says they love to hear the young boy talk
- Ay ay
- The jeans spent about a buck 45 on them
- If He trick the team, buck 45's on him.
- When we hit the scene, the club hoes just pile on him
- You scrubs show them groupies love, i just style on them.
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