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young lito - the intro (bsb vol. 6) كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: young lito]
look, it’s the rook the vets fear
a breath of fresh air and js from next year
haters talk threats but see me and just stare
while i’m pushing something foreign, fast and next gear
i be bossing, convertible porsche’ing
thank god my momma ain’t get that abortion
balling on these haters sometimes can be exhausting
but i’m ‘a keep stunting ‘till they put me in a coffin
young n-gga talking all greezy, jewelry all freezy
five chains on, momma says i look cheezy
but these women love me, they tell me they’ll never leave me
i just want the money, these honeys gotta be easy
i’m living ‘vida loca’, riding with the toaster
sold coca ‘cause being broke wasn’t kosher
teacher said go to college, me, i said ‘no, sir’
i want a roadster and you drive a toyota
i’m riding on the road to riches, flexing
i ain’t even into fitness, it’s a blessing
on everything, god’s my witness, i was stressing
but now a n-gga back to business
that lito tape

[interlude: troy ave]
man, we built this sh-t from the ground up
self-made and self paid so the haters got they frowns up
sh-t, as long as the b-tches and the bank tellers smiling, it don’t matter
real n-ggas never get involved in chitter-chatter, i’m over it
see-me-out type of n-gga
and we be out on the regular
n-ggas couldn’t call me out if they had my cellular
h-llo? bad reception, metro pcs -ss n-ggas
bsb records is the number one independent label in the streets
we’re about to run the game and you can smell defeat
ah, that’s the smell of success, n-ggas
young lito, a.k.a. young [flito?]
you’re up next, i’m ‘a shoot like a free throw

[verse 2: young lito]
yo, ave told you, lito’s taking over
straight from the bottom and ‘bout to bubble like soda
that’s shook-up, don’t even ask what’s up
‘cause clearly it’s me, you motherf-ckers better look up
i’m probably in a sp-ceship, neck full of stones on some “grave” sh-t
styling on them n-ggas that you came with
you n-ggas is basic, ain’t ‘bout action, you just say sh-t
till that big mac curl you up like a wave kick
[pakah?], n-gga i ain’t a rapper
i’m a gun clapper in the field like a packer
but this ar ain’t got a team, it’s got a beam
if you’re frontin’, i’m ‘a let it b’ring, i do my thing
man, you haters don’t move me, n-ggas know i do me
eight grade i had eightb-lls in my coogi
had all the jordans, but a n-gga wanted gucci
so my greed ‘d turn your pops into pookie
girls and the groupies, friends and the haters
sh-t, i just wanted to shine like vegas
but n-ggas don’t want to see you shine when their light’s dim
them other n-ggas wash, man i ain’t nothing like them
it’s lito

- young lito

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