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lirik lagu blac youngsta - n traffic

[intro: 42 dugg]
(i got hitman on the beat)
i do a drill in a caddy, duck back with a baddie
fah, fah, fah

[verse 1: 42 dugg]
still miss my brother and my daddy, see me and bruh got them pateks
i feel like n~ggas been talkin’ down
ain’t see my youngin or my granny, i’m still thuggin’ with shannon
no, he can’t sell drugs when i’m around
i made the most in the nadi, might bulletproof all the caddies
b~tch, these zoolers, not baguettes, the only reason it’s heavy
and i dodge most feds and the fetty
me and youngsta in traffic while n~ggas grievin’, we laughin’
not ever up, i’m blastin’, two condos, a mansion
my sprinter feel like a trap how i’m stretchin’ over rappin’
apple still got a nap, nell still doin’ hits
my baby mama b~tch trippin’, probably want another kid
this timе i’m goin’ big, big
and i ain’t sayin’ i didn’t, if i did, sh~t, it is still what it is
one point four on the crib, i nevеr really done been there
but the pool heated, with a eight car garage
yeah, i’m full, n~gga, even take off from hat
b~tch, ain’t no surprise we the n~ggas on top
val always told me, “dugg, don’t stop”
spent sixty on a rollie, bust down the sides
ayy, youngsta, we on they ass
twelve cars with tags, a thousand, that’s just for gas
me, gotti, geeski, and bagg
[verse 2: blac youngsta]
real street n~ggas from the trenches, n~gga, we gon’ die ’bout our respect
believe that (what’s up?)
pistol to your throat, it’s over with, boy, you ain’t comin’ back (bah, bah, bah)
n~gga took my dog, ran for his life, ran like a runnin’ back
tried to play it cool, they crossed me out, i hate it come to that
i’m tryna politic with them gangsters, where them gunners at? (gang)
i met a pretty big booty b~tch, i’m tryna run with that (tryna run with that)
i’m on some young and turnt sh~t, burn the head in the thundercat (in the thundercat)
they told me, “youngsta, stop sendin’ shots,” i sent a hundred back (the f~ck you mean?)
you know i really don’t give a f~ck, i’m tryna finish that (p~ssy n~gga)
hard for them to breathe (yeah, yeah)
my childhood life, i had it rough, i used to sleep in trees (i swear to god)
i had no choice, we ain’t have no neighbors, no family ‘cross the street (yeah)
they know i’m known for k!llin’ sh~t, had to plant that seed (grrt)
life for a life, you play with me, that’s the type sh~t i’m on (b~tch)
i’m spinning blocks with my little dog, he tryna crack a dome (grrt)
he put on for the camp so hard, i put his name in a song
he gonna rep this to death even if he in the cell alone (to death, n~gga)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (on blood)
movin’ with that tooly, you know grandma raised me well
i’m tryna send some blocks to my dog off in the mail (mail)
one thing that’s for sure, you know that salt don’t k!ll a player (no, no, no)
how you keepin’ it a buck but you gon’ tell? (no, no, no, no)
when i’m speakin’ positive, i still feel like a hypocrite (yeah)
i’m the type of n~gga you ask me why, i pull my trigger quick (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i’m a made man, on some godfather sh~t, get you clipped up quick (yeah)
i don’t pay for hits, boy, i pay my shooters to take a trip (take a trip)
tried to keep it solid with n~ggas, they soft, so n~ggas dipped (ayy, f~ck ’em)
i was movin’ work on my young n~gga sh~t like jigga them (on blood)
tried to bite the hand that feed you, i had to get rid of them (look)
you know what we do to p~ssies after we ain’t feelin’ them (tried to tell you)
you know what i do to hoes after i ain’t feelin’ them (huh)
i’ma k!ll that p~ssy, if i bump into my opps, i’m k!llin’ them (in my section)
s~xy lil’ walk, yeah, she fine, feelin’ her
bust down rollie come from shine, k!llin’ them (yeah)
[outro: blac youngsta]
you know them my lil’— yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
you know them my lil’— yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
i’m tryin’— uh, uh, yeah

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