Mind of a Youngin'
Did I asked for approval bitch fuck what you think
You wondering why I keep smoking this dank
You dont even know bout the shit that I think
I got a story to tell about pain
I need to vent and just tell you some things
Just promise me, tell me you never gone change
Cause you gone have dirt if I tell you some things
I keep it 100 can you do the same?
They telling me lies, these hoes the same
She tried to play with my heart like a game
I told her she got the mind of a lame
She going against all the shit that she claimed
She told me she slidin
She told me she ridin
She told me she down for whatever
That fuck nigga tried to off me for the cheddar
But fuck all that shit bitch I'm back and im better
And I got a story to tell to my elders
And tell them a Mind of a Youngin I'm special
They told me lil Youngin you got to be careful
Remember she told me to get on her level?
Now she got nut on her face like a freckle
I was just pushing that pack like a pedal
I'm high as fuck my eyes red like the devil
And I'm living life just like I'm a rebel
And I do this shit for the money
I do this shit for the moolah
I do this shit for the hunnids
I do this shit for the goolah
Say I do this shit for the money
I do this shit for the goolah
I do this shit for the hunnids
I do this for the moolah
And free my lil chico he just caught a body
I told him he just cant rob anybody
Then he said nigga I'm clutching the shotty
I told em bet that I wont tell nobody
I know he ain't mean to do it
I know he ain't mean to shoot it
I'm still screaming free fooly
Still screaming free fooly
(Free fooly)
He folding for check like a wallet
She call me biggie no Christopher Wallace
Fuck trynna make a deposit
I'm trynna fuck up the store I got money
I fell in love with blue hunnids
Yeah I fell in love with that money
I fell in love with ya bae aye
She let me nut on her face aye
Beat it like I beat the case
The bullet got stuck in my waist
Now I keep that fie on my waist
Now I keep that fie on my waist
See, I'm with the shits
I ran up the bag off a lick
Ran up a check got me talking my shit
Tell that bitch that I ball like I play for the Knicks
She caught the vibe now she eating the dick
He talking that shit
He want the smoke we rollin it
He got outta line with my circle like 6
If we catch him slipping you know what it is
If we catch him slipping you know what it is
Aye
You wondering why I keep smoking this dank
You dont even know bout the shit that I think
I got a story to tell about pain
I need to vent and just tell you some things
Just promise me, tell me you never gone change
Cause you gone have dirt if I tell you some things
I keep it 100 can you do the same?
They telling me lies, these hoes the same
She tried to play with my heart like a game
I told her she got the mind of a lame
She going against all the shit that she claimed
She told me she slidin
She told me she ridin
She told me she down for whatever
That fuck nigga tried to off me for the cheddar
But fuck all that shit bitch I'm back and im better
And I got a story to tell to my elders
And tell them a Mind of a Youngin I'm special
They told me lil Youngin you got to be careful
Remember she told me to get on her level?
Now she got nut on her face like a freckle
I was just pushing that pack like a pedal
I'm high as fuck my eyes red like the devil
And I'm living life just like I'm a rebel
And I do this shit for the money
I do this shit for the moolah
I do this shit for the hunnids
I do this shit for the goolah
Say I do this shit for the money
I do this shit for the goolah
I do this shit for the hunnids
I do this for the moolah
And free my lil chico he just caught a body
I told him he just cant rob anybody
Then he said nigga I'm clutching the shotty
I told em bet that I wont tell nobody
I know he ain't mean to do it
I know he ain't mean to shoot it
I'm still screaming free fooly
Still screaming free fooly
(Free fooly)
He folding for check like a wallet
She call me biggie no Christopher Wallace
Fuck trynna make a deposit
I'm trynna fuck up the store I got money
I fell in love with blue hunnids
Yeah I fell in love with that money
I fell in love with ya bae aye
She let me nut on her face aye
Beat it like I beat the case
The bullet got stuck in my waist
Now I keep that fie on my waist
Now I keep that fie on my waist
See, I'm with the shits
I ran up the bag off a lick
Ran up a check got me talking my shit
Tell that bitch that I ball like I play for the Knicks
She caught the vibe now she eating the dick
He talking that shit
He want the smoke we rollin it
He got outta line with my circle like 6
If we catch him slipping you know what it is
If we catch him slipping you know what it is
Aye
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Writer(s): Louis Mckenzie
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