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lirik lagu hit-boy & sob x rbe - young wild niggas

[intro]
hit-boy

[verse 1: daboii]
b-tch, it’s the ywn
got feelings for me? that’s your problem, type to f-ck on your friend
told my brothers this forever and we stuck to the end
b-tch, the chop so big, look like i’m clutching a kid
watch me f-ck her like i hate her, then i get ghost
skinny b-tch, you don’t got the -ss for me to grip on
you had to give her drugs just to f-ck, boy, you a sicko
b-tch, i put that rifle in my jeans, that’s why the limp strong
had to kick that cup, that sh-t was f-cking up my liver
when your diamonds dancin’, ruccis, they won’t treat you like no n-gg-
you don’t want me dead, you just a b-tch behind the trigger
emotional b-tch might flood the city, she keep crying all these rivers
only reason y’all alive ’cause y’all tails always tucked
paid three bands for this fit but i still smell like a skunk
can’t trust no b-tch, but this sh-ll’s what i trust
and you can never name a time that i fell for a sl-t, on the gang

[chorus: daboii]
we some young wild n-gg-s
i don’t wanna hit your ‘wood if it ain’t loud in it
all this f-cking water, i might f-cking drown, n-gg-
potato on the barrel, it won’t make a sound, n-gg-
.40 paint the face on you f-cking clown n-gg-s
you ain’t really ’bout what you be speakin’ ’bout, n-gg-
knock a n-gg- down just for speaking down, n-gg-
stomp a n-gg- out since you want some clout, n-gg-
strike a n-gg- out like i’m on the mound, n-gg-
free my dawg meech out that f-cking pound, n-gg-
big -ss chop when i’m ridin’ ’round, n-gg-
big -ss glock when i’m ridin’ ’round, n-gg-
all this f-ckin’ guap why she bust down, n-gg-
knock a n-gg- down, go and make me proud, n-gg-
i’ma hit a lick if i hit a drought, n-gg-
and might just hit your b-tch if you bring her ’round, n-gg-

[verse 2: yhung t.o.]
uh, how many times i gotta say it, baby?
i be thugging ’til they take me, baby
f-ck the fame, i just tell ’em pay me
sometimes this money drive a n-gg- crazy
’cause i don’t know who really for me, i don’t know who real
so i gotta keep this pole, you never know for real
i already know i’m a shooter and i know some shooters
if i don’t do it, they gon’ do it, that’s how you ‘posed to do it
five bands in four pockets in my motherf-ckin’ jeans
i done probably spent like fifty gettin’ high and sipping lean
now all i drink is rosé, all my b-tches gon’ pay
all these b-tches go too, all these n-gg-s hoes too
i could never change, i just don’t got it in me
had a two-three with four sticks when i was ridin’ hemi
he had it on him, could’ve shot but he don’t got it in him
and every time i’m in that foreign, got that glocky with me
and you know it’s one up top up in it, shoot until we drop a n-gg-
told my b-tch that she can’t trust the b-tches, they be tryna top a n-gg-
had them golds up in my mouth, then i went and put some diamonds in it
we some young wild n-gg-s so you know we brought some lions with us

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