Blac Youngsta - Sex lyrics

Young Lan on tha track Hotwheelz on tha track [Slim Jxmmi & Blac Youngsta:] (Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang) Foreign Car, (Gang) like a Jet (Gang, Gang), we can have (Gang) all kind of s** (Gang, Gang) I just run, tryna text, why you act girl lemme [?] Young n***a flex (Gang, Gang), make her wet (Gang), Young n***a stretch, hit her leg Girl where you at I’m tryna hit, swallow, gargle, spit, spit (Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang, GANG) [Blac Youngsta:] Baby let me know if you really do love me Big baby know I really do trust you (I put you through to much) Baby you know you bought a real, true thugger I been down with the gang from the jump I been running with them thangs in my trunk Had a strong campaign from the jump And you dissed me for the fame, from the jump You f** boy, you going to jail, dropping so f**in pumps Broke is a game, n***a you’ll get slump Hundred kush bowls in the trunk (Gang, Gang) And I ran the money up with [?] b**h Why I open sit on double pump And that n***a you were in the cell with He was s**ing your dick on your bunk If you a man you gotta stand for something Real bosses don’t pa** the blunt If you gonna brag on another n***a You might as well kiss his a** of something I won’t wast my breath on you n***as But I don’t even got my a** in the pump b**hes getting their a**es pumped [Slim Jxmmi & Blac Youngsta:] (Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang) Foreign Car, (Gang) like a Jet (Gang, Gang), we can have (Gang) all kind of s** (Gang, Gang) I just run, tryna text, why you act girl lemme bron-in-it Young n***a flex (Gang, Gang), make her wet (Gang), Young n***a stretch, hit her leg Girl where you at I’m tryna hit, swallow, gargle, spit, spit (Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang, GANG) My n***a he just cam up out the dirt (Dirt, Dirt) I pay my dues, but n***a I put in work (Put in work) My n***a he in feds, he doing time (time, time) I lost so many my n***as, I lost my mind (My mind) I his restitution, so he fine (Fine) I hate they gave my little n***a all that time (Time) I jumped out that drop, that’s perfect timing (time, time) I jumped up off that block I work for mine I’m thinking’ bout success, that’s on my mind (My mind) I’m thinking ’bout these murders and them crimes (crimes) I’m thinking ’bout my fam that’s on my mind f** with ma**es going down, yeah (Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang) Foreign Car, (Gang) like a Jet (Gang, Gang), we can have (Gang) all kind of s** (Gang, Gang) I just run, tryna text, why you act girl lemme bron-in-it Young n***a flex (Gang, Gang), make her wet (Gang), Young n***a stretch, hit her leg Girl where you at, I’m tryna hit, swallow, gargle, spit, spit (Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang, GANG)