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Young Fly MFs Video (MV)




Performed By: BabyTron
Featuring: Certified Trapper
Language: English
Length: 2:09
Written by: James Johnson IV, Daishun Graham




BabyTron - Young Fly MFs Lyrics
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[ Featuring Certified Trapper ]

(Ooh, Sav you killed it)
Young ma- vibe-

Ayy
Young fly motherf*cker, I might go to DC
Touch at LAX and then I'm headed towards the DT
Somewhere on the beach gettin' blowed, but it ain't seaweed
She a green like not no strawberry just a kiwi
Life's hard so stop lookin' for a freebee (ha-ha-ha)
Shouldn't believe him whoever said it was easy (ha-ha-ha)
Let a flame out the stick, this bitch a tiki (ha-ha)
Got a ghetto bitch from south central like Dashiki
I heard the opps 'nem bored, I'm finna put 'em in a ouija
Full metal jackets for that cappin', put him in his beanie
We was zootin' in that shooter, now I pull up Lamborghini
A wish for a thousand wishes, I'll scam a genie
Every time she pop a perc with me she get to actin' freaky
Blowin Zoddy, cuddy on probation, took a black and freaked it
Have you ever seen yourself when you looked up at the TV?
Pourin' Quagen on my way to Cali, woke up passin' Phoenix
Rockin Pradas, totin' blickies, shit I'm triple strapped at Neiman's
Tryna take out anger, treat the trigger like a hand and squeeze it
He could never come back to this side, we got him banned for treason
Twenty kitties back to back, let's see who got the fastest demon (ha-ha-ha)
Time to pray for ocky he'll wack a deacon (ha-ha-ha)
You ain't durable you'll miss like half the season (ha-ha-ha)
Unreleased Gen-6, get blast to pieces (ha-ha-ha)
(And ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha)

All these chains on my neck they ain't moissanite
Your Moncler old as f*ck, I just ordered mine
What happened to your money on your borderline?
Why you couldn't pop a Perc and had to snort a line?
Excuse me cuz I'm ridin' around with big shit
Big shit, walk in galleria with a thick bitch
Thick bitch, why you ridin' in the car listed?
Listed, air a nigga shit like a whippet
Hop out fat black trucks, thought it was Obama (what?)
Police bitch called me, I don't want no problems (what?)
My daughter like hunnids, she don't want no dollars (what?)
F*ck a bitch friend, ain't got no condoms (what?)
A hunnid ain't shit, who your role model?
Perc 10 after ten, can't do no bottle
Split a nigga shit, can't do no robbin'
Turn a loss to a lesson, can't do no sobbin'
All these f*ckin' racks need four pockets
Get up on that stage, now the show rockin'
Get up on this dick, bitch yo' time tickin'
I ain't no motherf*ckin' pimp, I just knock bitches
What the f*ck is it gon' take for you to stop snitchin'?
Hundred drum on that bitch, it won't stop hittin'
(Hundred drum on that bitch, it won't stop hittin')
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(Ooh, Sav you killed it)
Young ma- vibe-

Ayy
Young fly motherf*cker, I might go to DC
Touch at LAX and then I'm headed towards the DT
Somewhere on the beach gettin' blowed, but it ain't seaweed
She a green like not no strawberry just a kiwi
Life's hard so stop lookin' for a freebee (ha-ha-ha)
Shouldn't believe him whoever said it was easy (ha-ha-ha)
Let a flame out the stick, this bitch a tiki (ha-ha)
Got a ghetto bitch from south central like Dashiki
I heard the opps 'nem bored, I'm finna put 'em in a ouija
Full metal jackets for that cappin', put him in his beanie
We was zootin' in that shooter, now I pull up Lamborghini
A wish for a thousand wishes, I'll scam a genie
Every time she pop a perc with me she get to actin' freaky
Blowin Zoddy, cuddy on probation, took a black and freaked it
Have you ever seen yourself when you looked up at the TV?
Pourin' Quagen on my way to Cali, woke up passin' Phoenix
Rockin Pradas, totin' blickies, shit I'm triple strapped at Neiman's
Tryna take out anger, treat the trigger like a hand and squeeze it
He could never come back to this side, we got him banned for treason
Twenty kitties back to back, let's see who got the fastest demon (ha-ha-ha)
Time to pray for ocky he'll wack a deacon (ha-ha-ha)
You ain't durable you'll miss like half the season (ha-ha-ha)
Unreleased Gen-6, get blast to pieces (ha-ha-ha)
(And ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha)

All these chains on my neck they ain't moissanite
Your Moncler old as f*ck, I just ordered mine
What happened to your money on your borderline?
Why you couldn't pop a Perc and had to snort a line?
Excuse me cuz I'm ridin' around with big shit
Big shit, walk in galleria with a thick bitch
Thick bitch, why you ridin' in the car listed?
Listed, air a nigga shit like a whippet
Hop out fat black trucks, thought it was Obama (what?)
Police bitch called me, I don't want no problems (what?)
My daughter like hunnids, she don't want no dollars (what?)
F*ck a bitch friend, ain't got no condoms (what?)
A hunnid ain't shit, who your role model?
Perc 10 after ten, can't do no bottle
Split a nigga shit, can't do no robbin'
Turn a loss to a lesson, can't do no sobbin'
All these f*ckin' racks need four pockets
Get up on that stage, now the show rockin'
Get up on this dick, bitch yo' time tickin'
I ain't no motherf*ckin' pimp, I just knock bitches
What the f*ck is it gon' take for you to stop snitchin'?
Hundred drum on that bitch, it won't stop hittin'
(Hundred drum on that bitch, it won't stop hittin')
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Writer: James Johnson IV, Daishun Graham
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