123 Blac Youngsta by Tre Pierre Lyrics
[Intro]
Bitch, shut up
Uh
[Verse]
Foul on the play, man, these niggas can't ball
Ware her ass out on the way to the mall
Ball too hard, need my face on the wall
Louis V checkerboard [?] pink dolphin
Shots like a bar like, "You be here often?"
My SmackDown raw, I'm stone cold, Steve Austin
Money talk, nigga, you can't even much mock me
FN 57, I'm a motherfuckin' marksman
Thinkin' I'm green, you gon' end up white chalkin'
Not personal, it's business, get shot in your office
I give her my kids, her tummy full of orphans
Smoking exotic turn up my endorphins
Book her a trip and go straight to the 'telly
You take her to eat, I put dick in her belly
I'm Bathing Ape down from the jungle, I'm fresher
This shit gonna move, ain't gotta touch, I'm a Tesla
Fuck on a Muslim, she straight from the Mecca
What's brackin'? What’s poppin'? My bloods on your schedule
Do you really really want beef with a devil?
Smoke a nigga broad day, then watch the dust settle
Why I would trade out a bird for a feather?
Why would trade out K for a shovel?
When I kill his whole clique, they gon' need a hearse Hummer
So we may bring that fire, it's gon' be a hot summer
I got the ties to survive in the jungle
I been in the prime with the apes gettin' money
When the fetti on line, then shit could get bloody
I put it on your mind or I put it on your stomach
You choose, I got her brain and you got her confused
I think you niggas, you got me confused
Go play with your kids, don't play with this dude
'Cause you could get bloosed
Yeah, hit up young Mally, he get straight to the business
That tool in your mouth like a motherfuckin' dentist
I'm posted on the prentiss with a four and half
And a fist of blue benji's, you know how I get it
Ride with that rocket, I feel like James harden
Fuckin' this bitch on a whatchamacallit
I got the bitch on her knees on the carpet
I'm killin' the pussy, I bought her a coffin
Hopin' you keepin' the score when we ballin'
Fuckin' this lil' bitch I met up in Starlets
My bitch, she gon' hate me and love me in the morning
I'm just young motherfucker like Norman
CPR, shawty the life of the party
I keep me a Mac like I'm straight out safari
This a cold world, nobody ain't warm me
Wait, I mean nobody ain’t warn me
I come from New Orleans, I keep me a 40
Got beat like I'm 40, I keep me no worries
[Outro]
Haha
Bitch, shut up
Uh
[Verse]
Foul on the play, man, these niggas can't ball
Ware her ass out on the way to the mall
Ball too hard, need my face on the wall
Louis V checkerboard [?] pink dolphin
Shots like a bar like, "You be here often?"
My SmackDown raw, I'm stone cold, Steve Austin
Money talk, nigga, you can't even much mock me
FN 57, I'm a motherfuckin' marksman
Thinkin' I'm green, you gon' end up white chalkin'
Not personal, it's business, get shot in your office
I give her my kids, her tummy full of orphans
Smoking exotic turn up my endorphins
Book her a trip and go straight to the 'telly
You take her to eat, I put dick in her belly
I'm Bathing Ape down from the jungle, I'm fresher
This shit gonna move, ain't gotta touch, I'm a Tesla
Fuck on a Muslim, she straight from the Mecca
What's brackin'? What’s poppin'? My bloods on your schedule
Do you really really want beef with a devil?
Smoke a nigga broad day, then watch the dust settle
Why I would trade out a bird for a feather?
Why would trade out K for a shovel?
When I kill his whole clique, they gon' need a hearse Hummer
So we may bring that fire, it's gon' be a hot summer
I got the ties to survive in the jungle
I been in the prime with the apes gettin' money
When the fetti on line, then shit could get bloody
I put it on your mind or I put it on your stomach
You choose, I got her brain and you got her confused
I think you niggas, you got me confused
Go play with your kids, don't play with this dude
'Cause you could get bloosed
Yeah, hit up young Mally, he get straight to the business
That tool in your mouth like a motherfuckin' dentist
I'm posted on the prentiss with a four and half
And a fist of blue benji's, you know how I get it
Ride with that rocket, I feel like James harden
Fuckin' this bitch on a whatchamacallit
I got the bitch on her knees on the carpet
I'm killin' the pussy, I bought her a coffin
Hopin' you keepin' the score when we ballin'
Fuckin' this lil' bitch I met up in Starlets
My bitch, she gon' hate me and love me in the morning
I'm just young motherfucker like Norman
CPR, shawty the life of the party
I keep me a Mac like I'm straight out safari
This a cold world, nobody ain't warm me
Wait, I mean nobody ain’t warn me
I come from New Orleans, I keep me a 40
Got beat like I'm 40, I keep me no worries
[Outro]
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