Thurow Bars - Young N Gettin It Freestyle lyrics

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Thurow Bars - Young N Gettin It Freestyle lyrics

They loaded n***a Hook: From when I wake up till when I go to sleep there's money on my mind, fats My bank account got plenty hoes, 'cause I'll be on my grind, I drop the window's up And now they sayin that it is my time, Go, so why you're hating on me? I'm just living my life 'cause I'm young N I'm getting it young N I'm getting it, young N I'm getting it b**h I'm young N I'm getting it. I just want the money, y'all just keep the b**hes 'cause I'm young N I'm getting it, young N I'm getting it. Look, love you in this b**h, enough off in this b**h Virginia in this b**h, now roll up the windows in this b**h n***a sponsored links This is a take over and all f*ck on my shoulders, Yeah, I rap now but I used that white b**h with that soda, don't play me, play X-box, I put the scope she gonna trying to f*ck but she's up my dick, I call that a head shock, boy I'm out chill reading cards like movies from rare box, my young boy will k** you, you ain't sh** to him, but it still drop, competition is not existent and all f*ck I am hip-hop They don't f*ck with you, so when your sh** drop it flip flop white rappers keep dating deals, that's another reason I'm pissed on, and that you're waiting n***a that get sound, we can jump his a** Chris cross, is Mister put the beat on, my city and the frenzy I'm the wrong n***a to sleep on, the shooters I got plenty and they always got the heat on, they shooting tell us empty b**h I'm balling like LeBron, but Miami ain't my city n***a Lord forgetting this hoe, bring a couple coffees in this hoe, shawty say she wanna ride my dick, so I'm about to park in this hoe, for sure, ice box in my chest, I'm so heartless on this hoes, F*ck her then tell it's the stepping, turning them.. on these hoes n***a Hold up, please let me roll up, bugs is getting bigger, future prices bout to go up shawty tryin to f** with me 'cause she heard them bout to blow up she say she don't like the way come taste man this basic b**hes need don't grow up, I ain't nobody roll model, I drink too much I got a smoking problem my blunt loud turnt up, ..I think I'll chose behind you, Lord think I need help, all my n***as trapped no seat belts and I don't give a f** how these n***as feel, I'ma ride my city till my feet melt, Thorough, king through don't crown me I'll k** you, these bullets are special, not even Gods hands will heal you Just say your prayers, I'll before I'll take you there, Hit your a** with that good hook, you would have thought the..there. [Hook:]

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