YoungFoo

I know this girl really love the gold on me
But you babygirl why you telling them you own me
When you really really know you can't hold me
It's forty-two up this bitch you don't own me

I remember all them old days tryna find work
Now I move work
Up top but if I was down you'd probably clown me
Move, I don't want you broke goofy boys around me
Forty-two up in this bitch my momma proud of me

Got a daughter on the way she got look up to me
My homies said stay low
It's getting shaky why you rocking the boat
It's forty-two up in this bitch I told him homie hold on
Two chains, double cross, cause I keep blessing
Damn lil homie why you moving dangerous
A young foo tryna move out of state
Tryna get to bag, he tired of chasing his dreams
Big chains, big rings, he tryna hop in a wraith
Couple milli when I open the safe
The money numbing the pain
Real niggas in my circle I don't hang with no lames



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Writer(s): Anthony Sanchez
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