Youngbloodz lyrics

Youngbloodz lyrics

"Hustle lyrics"

I'll Wait lyrics
You've got me captured, I'm under your spell.I guess I'll never learn.I have your picture, yes I know it well.Another page is turned.Are you for real ? It's so hard to tell,from just a magazine.Yeah, you just smile and the picture sells,look what that does to me.Chorus:
Yea, youngbloodz, kill the mic, track boys 
yall aint ready for this shit, 
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea 
 
ok we back and bumpin, youngbloodz thats us fo sho 
from left to right we rockin and kickin down every door 
watch out now get 'em shawty, oh thats them U-way boys 
we set it off dont get twist it still out makin noise 
big pistol thats my word, ice cold is so superb 
3 hits 4 shots im on it, runnin you up off the curb 
so bring your A-game, we bringin hella pain 
you disrespect my sip ill pop your back like pootytank 
so if your ready run it, we got tha
Almost Famous lyrics
Hey there yes it's me - That guy from TV Surely you have seen my daily show Don't be shyI'm used to be noticed For guys like me there's just one way to go Get it on Cause I'm more than readyIt's time to start the show So look at me Cause I'm almost famous
t shit that will im from atlanta steady bouncin blowin off the grill cuz in the trunk its bumpin, we goin all night long so grab a cup cuz aint no way in hell you goin home {chorus} I wont get my crime around i hustle baby i stay down every time no day i hustle baby from the track or the trap fo sand i hustle baby no day i hustle baby no day gotta hustle baby I wont get my crime around i hustle baby i stay down every time no day i hustle baby from the track or the trap fo sand i hustle baby no day i hustle baby no day gotta hustle baby im a crime time hustler man, i trie
3e Sexe lyrics
(Nicola Sirkis / Dominique Nicolas) Dans la rue des tenues charmantes Maquille comme mon fiance Garcon, fille l'allure stupefiante Habille comme ma fiancee Cheveux longs, cheveux blonds colores Toute nue dans une boite en fer Il est belle, il est beau decrie L'outrage m
d to tell 'em my crew cuz its the ex-convict, convicted fellon banana clips bazmellons of all these stitches tellin the bitches of bazballers and secrets of shotcallers of better rounds of scoppin he said lue a-town to oakland niggas prayin and hopin, they dont get caught with dope and out a catin and a crippin in chicago they folkin down south we got 36 oles trapin and focus this is no hocus pocus, play the game like locus playas vibe up and whittin im the third cosmosis {chorus} my pimpin is old school, and they chevy with bleak shoes tip tops and flip flops, adidas and suede pu
The Finger lyrics
Took a lie, took a lie, took a lifetime Took a lie, took a lie, took a lifetime Driven under 20k of rain I had to crawl, I had to beg, I had to pay for it through the nose To get into this tiny shiftless room With the barheater broken And the stale chips in the oven And
mas who nigga fo like yall they never goin change that they slang goin where i hang and my bitches they whod-a-rest and we all drink du-duces of dat go for 5 we'll put that hot heat like between your eyes and i keep it under the seat in the summer they sweatin me comin down your street with beat sittin on some chesly feet outta town in thats gold rims, fo shawty be servin dem everytime my chevy stop my rims they still spin A-town for life yall we never goin change that still roll with them dope boys on the bow with them J's at {chorus} repeat chorus till end