Frayser Boy - Young n***az lyrics

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Frayser Boy - Young n***az lyrics

(talking) You lucky this is personal n***a... I ain't gonna k** you ova no woman Don't you ever in your f**in' life bite hand that feed you n***a (Juicy J) Juicy J this Juicy J that You know what I put have you n***az In the game you know what I'm sayin From day one you betta check yo muthaf**in Self n***a f** you b**hes Cross a** no good sorry excuse For A Real n***a! (Chorus - 2X) We gettin wild in da club maine they can't control us young n***az We gettin buck in da club maine they can't control us young n***az We gettin crazy in da club maine they can't control us young n***az We gettin krunk in da club maine they can't control us young n***az (Frayser Boy) I got a a** whoopin recipe if you next to me It can get real messy G if you testin me Imma grown maine can't nothin earn the respect life my tone can Young n***az in the club sippin on some bud Throwin chairs maine not giving a f** Frayser Boy all in this b**h n***a I don't give a sh** Leave bleeding breathin on the floor wit yo wig split so-uh Sippin on this cron this time I'm not so friskay Im bout to bust a cowards head n***a don't you tempt mae Drunk as f** they why I'm buck my attitude is sh**tay Reppin Bay so don't you play Memphis is the citay Take a b**h beat a b**h drama Imma handle it Juicy J and Frayser Boy nothin is more scandalous Have you in some bandages When you in the poppin shot If they pulled me out the club I buck em in the parking lot (Chorus) (Juicy J) Once again its yo friend mixin orange juice with gin On the slabs shootin dice makin money choppin ends Who dat boy who that b**h who da one I know is lame Who da one that took my checks but in the street he down my name Yes its real and I wanna appeal Juicy J fufill n***az dreams gave them level steems whats the deal Why yo sk** is to take me out b**h I'm like a shield Made of steel and I will k** but I'm bout this meal Is it cash cause the fast cash got you n***az mad Got you ridin lookin for this pimp betta check yo nav You gon mildew a barbecue what is stoppin you but you kno I carry a tone or two shouldnt been robin you just forgot what me you had something I would push the gate back you push my last bu*ton ain n***a scared boy I ain't neva ran back down from you crossers b**h I never can (Chorus)

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