Yea Young Prince
I get them bands at the show
Couple bitches at the door
And I hate to be the one to tell you
But yo bitch a hoe
Yea we finna up the score
I'm jus chillin with my bro's
That's my mother f*cken twins
And we gon run it up Fosho
Bitch I'm chillin in the Heights
I'm only used to seeing Lows
I jus spilt some dirty Sprite
Up on some thousand dollar clothes
I kicked that boy with the spikes
I got some Louboutin shoes
Bitch I'm never playing games
Cause ima always break the rules
Bitch I'm with that money gang
We ain't got no shit to lose
Bitch I'm chillin in a cave
Like my name is f*cken Bruce
Yea I'm always with the bats
And yo bitch acting like a brat
I'm tryna get that head baby
I ain't tryna chat
Ole girl I used to know She turned into a bop how'd that happen?
Bitches f*cken with me remember back
When they was big napping
Blizzard on my neck
And I'm just chillin in a cabin huh
When I cut her off I know this bitch
Is gon be sad as f*ck
Yea
Aye yea
She tryna turn up in a mansion
I'm like bitch this is a haunted house
She suck me like a vampire bitch
But I still am the Count
Will you hold me down
When I'm gone for a minute hmm?
All my uzi's twinnin
Like my mother f*cken brothas do
I'm on another level all y'all boys
Just okay pretend yea
The amount of hits up in the vault
Y'all boys can't comprehend yea
Every song a freestyle
You writing for some weeks
Bro just tried to play yo song
And that shit sounding like some cheeks
She really saying cheese
When I nut up on her tooth
I got too many bitches in the crib
For me too choose
She tatted head to toe
I cannot cap I like that shit
I know she is not good for me
But damn I like this bitch
I'd rather get caught with it
Then without my f*cken stick
I feel like Arthur Morgan
Cause I'm finna shoot it quick
I wake up in the morning
I'm so thankful for this shit
Said I wake up in the morning
I'm so thankful for this shit yea
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Yea Young Prince
I get them bands at the show
Couple bitches at the door
And I hate to be the one to tell you
But yo bitch a hoe
Yea we finna up the score
I'm jus chillin with my bro's
That's my mother f*cken twins
And we gon run it up Fosho
Bitch I'm chillin in the Heights
I'm only used to seeing Lows
I jus spilt some dirty Sprite
Up on some thousand dollar clothes
I kicked that boy with the spikes
I got some Louboutin shoes
Bitch I'm never playing games
Cause ima always break the rules
Bitch I'm with that money gang
We ain't got no shit to lose
Bitch I'm chillin in a cave
Like my name is f*cken Bruce
Yea I'm always with the bats
And yo bitch acting like a brat
I'm tryna get that head baby
I ain't tryna chat
Ole girl I used to know She turned into a bop how'd that happen?
Bitches f*cken with me remember back
When they was big napping
Blizzard on my neck
And I'm just chillin in a cabin huh
When I cut her off I know this bitch
Is gon be sad as f*ck
Yea
Aye yea
She tryna turn up in a mansion
I'm like bitch this is a haunted house
She suck me like a vampire bitch
But I still am the Count
Will you hold me down
When I'm gone for a minute hmm?
All my uzi's twinnin
Like my mother f*cken brothas do
I'm on another level all y'all boys
Just okay pretend yea
The amount of hits up in the vault
Y'all boys can't comprehend yea
Every song a freestyle
You writing for some weeks
Bro just tried to play yo song
And that shit sounding like some cheeks
She really saying cheese
When I nut up on her tooth
I got too many bitches in the crib
For me too choose
She tatted head to toe
I cannot cap I like that shit
I know she is not good for me
But damn I like this bitch
I'd rather get caught with it
Then without my f*cken stick
I feel like Arthur Morgan
Cause I'm finna shoot it quick
I wake up in the morning
I'm so thankful for this shit
Said I wake up in the morning
I'm so thankful for this shit yea
I get them bands at the show
Couple bitches at the door
And I hate to be the one to tell you
But yo bitch a hoe
Yea we finna up the score
I'm jus chillin with my bro's
That's my mother f*cken twins
And we gon run it up Fosho
Bitch I'm chillin in the Heights
I'm only used to seeing Lows
I jus spilt some dirty Sprite
Up on some thousand dollar clothes
I kicked that boy with the spikes
I got some Louboutin shoes
Bitch I'm never playing games
Cause ima always break the rules
Bitch I'm with that money gang
We ain't got no shit to lose
Bitch I'm chillin in a cave
Like my name is f*cken Bruce
Yea I'm always with the bats
And yo bitch acting like a brat
I'm tryna get that head baby
I ain't tryna chat
Ole girl I used to know She turned into a bop how'd that happen?
Bitches f*cken with me remember back
When they was big napping
Blizzard on my neck
And I'm just chillin in a cabin huh
When I cut her off I know this bitch
Is gon be sad as f*ck
Yea
Aye yea
She tryna turn up in a mansion
I'm like bitch this is a haunted house
She suck me like a vampire bitch
But I still am the Count
Will you hold me down
When I'm gone for a minute hmm?
All my uzi's twinnin
Like my mother f*cken brothas do
I'm on another level all y'all boys
Just okay pretend yea
The amount of hits up in the vault
Y'all boys can't comprehend yea
Every song a freestyle
You writing for some weeks
Bro just tried to play yo song
And that shit sounding like some cheeks
She really saying cheese
When I nut up on her tooth
I got too many bitches in the crib
For me too choose
She tatted head to toe
I cannot cap I like that shit
I know she is not good for me
But damn I like this bitch
I'd rather get caught with it
Then without my f*cken stick
I feel like Arthur Morgan
Cause I'm finna shoot it quick
I wake up in the morning
I'm so thankful for this shit
Said I wake up in the morning
I'm so thankful for this shit yea
Writer: Mickey Chinchilla
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