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young bull - gang nm lyrics

[chorus: young bull]
gang and them, we just bled the whole block
ninety sh_lls made his body milly rock
i keep it on me, n_gga, we ain’t finna box
stupid chop had him runnin’ up the block
gang and them, we just bled the whole block
ninety sh_lls made his body milly rock
i keep it on me, n_gga, we ain’t finna box
stupid chop had him runnin’ up the block

[verse 1: young bull]
talk money, n_gga, we ain’t finna go there
who them bum n_ggas starin’ drinkin’ belaire?
i’m sippin’ codeine, spillin’ on my moncler
i’m from the stinc team and we ain’t finna go there

[verse 2: duffy]
if you ain’t talkin’ ’bout no money, i do not care
hoppin’ gates in christian loubs, i got two pair
the competition gеttin’ skunked, this is not fair
young n_ggas gettin’ money, is that why n_ggas scarеd?
we know the real truth, f_ck what n_ggas talkin’ ’bout
you ain’t never booked a n_gga or ran up in no house
i got potential, had to settle down, i’m rappin’ now
quick to brett favre a n_gga for the right amount
hoppin’ out, taste the double deckers, yeah, we on his house
told a stupid n_gga watch his mouth, why you standin’ stout?
what’s that talkin’ on the ‘gram sh_t about? you won’t get no clout
bleed the block, if he diss, we gon’ give him rounds
[chorus: young bull]
gang and them, we just bled the whole block
ninety sh_lls made his body milly rock
i keep it on me, n_gga, we ain’t finna box
stupid chop had him runnin’ up the block
gang and them, we just bled the whole block
ninety sh_lls made his body milly rock
i keep it on me, n_gga, we ain’t finna box
stupid chop had him runnin’ up the block

[verse 3: blue pesos]
he said we duckin’ from the beef, n_gga, who scared?
ridin’ with a mopstick, opps gettin’ flu flammed
all attachments on the stick cost me four bands
this sh_t exclusive, mixin’ fashion, these expensive brands
lend a helpin’ hand, i’m only handin’ out a hundred rounds
soak a n_gga up for sl!ck talkin’, we gon’ get him drowned
dough knockin’, bopped on mei ling, she ain’t hear a sound
gang and them be hoppin’ out them trucks, can you stand your ground?
how you feelin’ now? ain’t no askin’ for no peace treaty
he beatin’ on his b_tch ’cause she only blast the stinc team
make a ch_nk bleed, anything to get my pockets fat
n_ggas better not play with the mussle, we brought h_lla gats

- young bull lyrics

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