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Young Boi Prince by King Jenkins Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2018

[Verse 1]
Young Boi real nice since born
Wrote concise rhymes before honeys adorned
Eat em up like sweet corn
Heat em up mop cherries like popcorn

I was dreaming tours since four
Scoring foreign whores for more passports
Too much charm to ever extort
Never skip big tips nor sell short

Self connected cuts like Westport
On the porch branding lungs with Newports
Blasting past squeezing up in short shorts
Couldn't last in the past let’s blast fast forward

I was dropping balls in holes for sport
I been a player since high school courts
Steady dunkin since no closed doors
Sweating from my pores two or more chores since poor
[Chorus 1]
I don't know if I should be the boss I never minded
There is a reason for the treason
Should I go independent or sign it
For everything there is a season

Never in the winter will you ever see the snakes
Sometimes people stick by you cause you warm
A real quick check is all it takes to feed the fakes
Silence is all it takes to kill the swarm

[Verse 1]
I’m the Young Boi Prince
I'm breaking laws with no consequence
Got no lining on my jaw so no compliments
Got hot hoes on my dog no condiments

Condomless negus with no commonsense
Got hoes hopping on my log like frogger did
Hosting shows nobody in the audience
Pops a no show busy hosting conferences

He said "Boi you got no confidence."
He said "Boi you show no dominance
How you gonna rule a mothafucking continent
When you softer than consonants? Where your common sense?
Obey what I say don't contemplate
I'm the king of this house there's no debates"
"Nigga you I fucking hate!" "Wish you were fucking late!"
"I wish you would die today so I can live my fucking way!"

[Chorus 2]
I don't know if I should be the boss I never minded
There is a reason for the treason
Should I go independent or sign it?
For everything there is a season

Never in the winter will you ever see the snakes
Sometimes people stick by you cause you warm
A real quick check is all it takes to feed the fakes
Silence is all it takes to kill the swarm

**Verse 3**[Verse 1]
We eating in the streets where creeping cops swarm
Leak in winter eves concrete leaves warm
Blood see blood when street sweepers on
Buried in the mud feel the scorn blood weep and mourn

Niggas getting locked up babies teething
Spit bars, sleep behind them a restless reason
Grew up being heathens knee deep in
I was born in a city I can’t even breathe in
Just a Young Boi Prince...
I'm breaking laws with no consequence
Got no lining on my jaw so no compliments
Got hot hoes on my dog no condiments

Condomless, a negus with no commonsense
Got hoes hopping on my log like frogger did
Hosting shows, nobody in the audience
Pops a no show busy hosting conferences

He said

[Chorus 3]
"I don't know if I should be the boss I never minded
There is a reason for the treason
Should I go independent or sign it
For everything there's a season

Never in the winter will you ever see the snakes
Sometimes people stick by you cause you warm
A real quick check is all it takes to feed the fakes
Silence is all it takes to kill the swarm"