Young Boy Talk Lyrics By Wiz Khalifa
Uh uh
Sledgren
Uh
Look **** I'm the boss, the mo' fuckin' animal
One war, one phone call is how I handle you (Whew)
On the grind, you pussy **** hate
Bitch I'm out in different states, politic'n, gettin' cake
Fill my lungs with the best weed, pockets with them dolla signs
Run with them **** holdin' glocks like its Columbine (Pop, pop, pop)
I'ma star in Detroit so I gotta shine
Far as Pittsburgh I'm the voice so I gotta Rhyme (Yeah)
Rhymin' all the time, ever since the first day
Now I'm gettin' cake like ay day become my birthday
Somethin' like an earthquake, the way the shit drop
I be at the tip top, postin' with a big knot
You ain't know me ho, you sit at home and just watch
Less than 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
A hundred real **** with their heats on cock
Got my pockets on swole still need more gwap
Plus the hood say they love to hear the young boy talk
Got the city on smash, the streets on lock
A hundred real **** with their heats on cock
Got my pockets on swole still need more gwap
Plus the hood say 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
Seen me and my guys, blow a couple thou' on em
But don't trip, I'm with a clique that's know to wild stump ya
Fuck around dump ya
You ain't heard, we in the Burgh
**** put they guns down, fuck around, jump ya
Leave ya slump with ya block knocked off
I be ridin, something classic with the top dropped off
Roll the weed in the Rillo
I made it out of nothing, around them thieves and offenders
Ride with keys in they fenders
Now we all big spenders
You could ask about them they don't know it's me
Cuz you smell drop, blow it by the elbow
This shit is fun for me, eatin'
You **** dumb hungry, I dear one of you to come for me
Got the city on smash, the streets on lock
A hundred real **** with their heats on cock
Got my pockets on swole still need more gwap
Plus the hood say they love to hear the young boy talk
Got the city on smash, the streets on lock
A hundred real **** with their heats on cock
Got my pockets on swole still need more gwap
Plus the hood say they love the way the young boy talk
