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otm - chillout my youth كلمات أغنية

[intro: duffy]
n_gga
you know what the f_ck goin’ on
yeah
get in my bag

[chours: duffy]
i’m in my bag, i get to it
they ask how i do it, i really just do what i do
got a few rap n_ggas spooked, they know we into it
and no, i ain’t callin’ no truce
i really put in them hours to get all these blues, this sh_t off the strength, who is you?
you better salute, you can’t step in my shoes
we know the truth, just chill out, my youth

[verse 1: duffy]
i got your b_tch in the stu’ and the drac’ in the booth and she off of 1942
heard y’all was cool, ayy, we like to shoot
so go tell them n_ggas to pop out and hoop
ready to jump out, i’ll go stupid, i’m makin’ my move without even thinkin’ it through
fifty_round drum, we bringin’ that too
we got the juicе, just chill out, my youth
we got the mussle, just chill out, my young
i had to go husslе, this sh_t out the mud
been totin’ guns and now we just older
upgraded to choppers and switches and drums
i got a glock that’s so pretty, she always be with me, i think that i’m fallin’ in love
lean in my cup and some opps in my blunt
you n_ggas act tricky off all of them drugs
styrofoam muddy, enjoying my high
don’t talk when i’m rappin’, this k!lling my vibe
you came with the mop, i know they gon’ ride
that n_ggas you see me with all down to slide
brought out the 9, i got it inside
a dumb n_gga play, then his chain gon’ be mine
you ain’t gon’ blow, step aside
i’m uppin’ my fire in public, i’m really too fried
stay with my pole, that’s for sure, he ordered that beef, it’s to go, look
these n_ggas is grown and just got put on
they big homies know they wrong
n_ggas do sh_t that we just don’t condone
i don’t do the cap in my music, sh_t
long live the don, the influence
n_ggas is sick we get to it, n_gga
[chours: duffy]
i’m in my bag, i get to it
they ask how i do it, i really just do what i do
got a few rap n_ggas spooked, they know we into it
and no, i ain’t callin’ no truce
i really put in them hours to get all these blues, this sh_t off the strength, who is you?
you better salute, you can’t step in my shoes
we know the truth, just chill out, my youth

[verse 2: blue pesos]
sh_t, b_tch, i’m the truth
keep your mouth shut when i step in the booth
fifty_round drum when i step in the booth
they’d be down the block, they just need my approval
my whole team eatin’, you could tell by the jewelry
somebody call rudy
twenty_somethin’ racks, got it stuffed in the louis
cook him for tellin’, we fire ratatouille
don’t hang with no judas, jebroni or no loser
could slap with a ruler, b_tch strip like a show girl
cartier got my wrist cold as the north pole
throw that sh_t up, he supporty digiorno
hop out real quick, case he call, keep the car on
slaymaster splinter came with ninja turtles
mclovin_ass n_gga, your mommy in urkel
lil’ square_ass n_gga, don’t fit in my circle
sneakin’ and geekin’ with susy
my shooter in the cut with a loius v kofi
you used to be deuce deuce, and now it’s a hosey
i only do rich b_tches, don’t like the groupies
lil’ bro want a fade, then it’s straight to the back
we don’t squabble with opps, it’s 9 millis to backs
you beggin’ to suck me, i only want racks
my shooter gon’ spin and spin ’til he knock off a hat, ugh

- otm

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