Steve Harvey

Who this young nigga getting started
Young black target, painted in his head like an artist
I don't really got it i'm modest
Came for the party, bad lil' shawty witta body
Touching on me, baby keep touching on me
Baby keep rubbing on me
Niggas talk to cheap, I ain't really fucking wit the beef
Got a nigga starving in the streets
Stick to the script let me pop my shit
Have you really seen my drip
I cant really fuck wit ah bitch, no diss
I can really fuck wit yo bitch real shit
The gang real proud of me, who is really stopping me.
Coming number one like the mouther fucking lottery
One or two freaks but she really on monogamy
Feeling all alone I can really give you company
Uhh
Thats right I'm just too playa for a hater
Got a little sauce and I add a lil flavor
I'm a nightmare I ain't talking dreamchasers
Beam on yo head I ain't talking bout laser
Shawty stay fitted and her name isn't Taylor
Money on the Phone imma call you back later
Got a real pain but it never seem major
Uhh
The same young nigga used to wear the same Pj
Had to pop an adderall and I ain't sleep in three days
Fucking on yo girl now she tryna have a threeway
Playing GTA but now i really fuck with CJ
Breaking all the hearts i'm like damn thats what she say
Flying airline but you know thats where the heat play
feeling like the boss with the sauce yea the G-way
And we ain't never sorry for a lose thats how we play.

This ain't on no beef shit or no weak shit
This is on some hotter shit, yea we outta here
Pull up to the moutherfucking party, pardon
Young fly nigga shine like Steve Harvey
I ain't got shit for a bitch, yea I'm sorry
Oh shit, now you got a young nigga started

This ain't on no beef shit or no weak shit
This is on some hotter shit, yea we outta here
Pull up to the moutherfucking party, pardon
Young fly nigga shine like Steve Harvey
I ain't got shit for a bitch, yea I'm sorry
Oh shit, now you got a young nigga started

This a type beat if you really wanna know doe
I ain't gotta lie i'm just really in my zone tho
Three or four girls said they really on the go go go
And I aint talking kodak but ill cheese for the photo
I got the best woods and they burn real show tho
You acting holloywood but you still in the hood hoe
Stitch a nigga up like my name was fucking lelo
I see you playing foul now i gotta shoot a free throw

This ain't on no beef shit or no weak shit
This is on some hotter shit, yea we outta here
Pull up to the moutherfucking party, pardon
Young fly nigga shine like Steve Harvey
I ain't got shit for a bitch, yea I'm sorry
Oh shit, now you got a young nigga started

This ain't on no beef shit or no weak shit
This is on some hotter shit, yea we outta here
Pull up to the moutherfucking party, pardon
Young fly nigga shine like Steve Harvey
I ain't got shit for a bitch, yea I'm sorry
Oh shit, now you got a young nigga started



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Writer(s): Trent Beasley
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