Young Boy Talk Lyrics

(Puffin) Uh huh

Look nigga I'm the rawest, the mo'f**kin' animal
Want war? One phone call is how I handle you (whew)
On the grind, you pussy nigga's hate
Bitch I'm out in different states, politic, and gettin cake.
Fill my lungs with the best weed, pockets with them doller signs.
Run with them niggas holdin glocks like it's columbine (pop, pop, pop)
I'm a star, ain't a choice hoe I gotta shine
Far as Pittsburg, I'm the voice so I gotta rhyme.
Grind all the time ever since the 1st day
Now I'm gettin cake like every day became my birthday
Something like a earthquake, the way this shit drop
I be at the tip top posted with a big knot
You didn't know hoe you sit at home and just watch
Less then haters, stone cold spectators
Same lame's turn out to be investigators
No where near comfortable need extra paper.

Got the city on smash, the streets on lock
100 real niggas with their heats on cock
Got my pockets on swol still need more gwap.
Plus the hood says they love to hear the young boy talk

Ay ay
The jeans spent about a buck 45 on them
If He trick the team, buck 45's on him.
When we hit the scene, the club hoes just pile on him
You scrubs show them groupies love, I just style on them.

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Songwriter(s): Cameron Thomaz, Edward Murray
Publisher(s): Pgh Sound, Heavy Hustle, WB Music Corp.
Record Label(s): 2009 Rostrum Records iHipHop Distribution
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