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lil 1 dte - 12 lyrics
[intro]
yeah
my young n_ggas serving
these lil’ n_ggas working
yeah, ha, no cap
d. hill
[chorus]
yeah, tell me why b_tches be f_cking for purses
that lil’ n_gga 12, they know he be working
my partner got m’s, he got it from serving
we came from the block, looking out for suburbans
upping that glock then you know it’s a murder
you ain’t aim for the top, n_gga, what was the purpose?
sh_t get real when they pull out the sheet
another opp pack got hit with the heat
another foreign car, can’t stop with a key
young n_gga sh_t, love the gamble every week
young n_gga sh_t, alexandеr mcqueen
pop big sh_t so i’m f_cking the team
i ain’t giving her sh_t but i sеll her a dream
say that she love me, won’t tell her a thing
my lil’ partner throwed, he gone off that molly
start all that tweaking, he shooting somebody
[verse 1]
never around when sh_t get violent
made n_ggas wanna talk about it
same n_gga if i’m broke or rich
before that rollie even touched my wrist
i would’ve shot rico if i was meek
my young n_ggas slide, swear they don’t miss
thirty in the back, young n_gga still trapping
he came from the country, you know that we test
the neighbors complaining, keep fussing my traffic
two_hundred bands wrapped in the plastic
hundred thousand still under the mattress
ain’t sh_t changed just ’cause we rapping
y’all ain’t no k!llers, stop all that capping
exotic the blunts, designer the fabric
my n_ggas some shooters just like the mavericks
she ask for a bag, i burst out the laughing (ha, dumb b_tch)
[chorus]
yeah, tell me why b_tches be f_cking for purses
that lil’ n_gga 12, they know he be working
my partner got m’s, he got it from serving
we came from the block, looking out for suburbans
upping that glock then you know it’s a murder
you ain’t aim for the top, n_gga, what was the purpose?
sh_t get real when they pull out the sheet
another opp pack got hit with the heat
another foreign car, can’t stop with a key
young n_gga sh_t, love the gamble every week
young n_gga sh_t, alexander mcqueen
pop big sh_t so i’m f_cking the team
i ain’t giving her sh_t but i sell her a dream
say that she love me, won’t tell her a thing
my lil’ partner throwed, he gone off that molly
start all that tweaking, he shooting somebody (yeah, yeah)
[verse 2]
young n_gga sh_t, love the gamble every week
young n_gga sh_t, love to get high speed
young n_gga sh_t, love to f_ck on a freak
i hit from the back, pull it out and i skeet
haven’t chased your dreams, yeah, just like me
f_cking her once and never’ll speak
my lil’ partner rich, he got it from p
we riding trackhawks, they came with no key
sh_t go wrong when you try to compete
sh_t feel better when everybody eat
lil’ junior stay stiff only talking to me
he ready to slide, keep choppers in jeeps
whole gang flex, everybody on freeze
everybody slide, n0body don’t freeze
these p_ssy n_ggas really working
my young n_ggas really serving, yeah
[chorus]
yeah, tell me why b_tches be f_cking for purses
that lil’ n_gga 12, they know he be working
my partner got m’s, he got it from serving
we came from the block, looking out for suburbans
upping that glock then you know it’s a murder
you ain’t aim for the top, n_gga, what was the purpose?
sh_t get real when they pull out the sheet
another opp pack got hit with the heat
another foreign car, can’t stop with a key
young n_gga sh_t, love the gamble every week
young n_gga sh_t, alexander mcqueen
pop big sh_t so i’m f_cking the team
i ain’t giving her sh_t but i sell her a dream
say that she love me, won’t tell her a thing
my lil’ partner throwed, he gone off that molly
start all that tweaking, he shooting somebody
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