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Youngin' 3 - 24 Lyrics



Youngin' 3 - 24 Lyrics




Youngin' 3

(Prr prr)

Momma ain't raise no quitter, uh, momma ain't raise no biiitch
They see you do good turn bitter, uh, reason keep a glock in the whiiip

They tried to flip the script, I'm back on my hood shit up to no good shit
Bad boy to the bone, none of that love shit , I'm a veteran I am not a rookie
Loook, I'm 24 homie like Kobe, 8 x 3 that's me Jabroni

Heard you got a shawty, heard she bump my old shit well, hell tell her Loook

I'm back like I never left, good kush, no stress I'm blessed, yes
Bomb sex, more money, gone talk less I'm finna goo crazy huh

(Prr prr)

Back to the grind, back to the wall I pull up like Kathi
Back when the bitches loved me, said I was shy, no I'm not a dentist
But she open wide I'm tryna hit it one time, one time but she wanna be mine

Now listen cause yeah you fine, you fine but I only got time for one night

Momma ain't raise no quitter, uh, momma ain't raise no biiitch
They see you do good turn bitter, uh, reason keep a glock in the whiiip

They tried to flip the script, I'm back on my hood shit up to no good shit
Bad boy to the bone, none of that love shit, I'm a veteran I am not a rookie
Loook

I went through hell, each time that I fell I got up prevailed, Suucccka

The greats paved the way, I follow the trail you want it go get it as my homie Cheyo
I want a foreign all white like it's Mail, I want the green in my hands like Kale

They said I'd be dead or in jail I seen my best friend turn pale, remember no money at shell, Now
My gas money on hummer, but 3 Summers not your lover, Biiitch
I'm a cold motherf*cker, really made it out the gutter, just to f*ck the world with no rubber
Aye (woo)

3

(Prr prr)

Momma ain't raise no quitter, uh, momma ain't raise no biiitch
They see you do good turn bitter, uh, reason keep a glock in the whiiip

They tried to flip the script, I'm back on my hood shit up to no good shit
Bad boy to the bone, none of that love shit , I'm a veteran I am not a rookie
Loook, I'm 24 homie like Kobe, 8 x 3 that's me Jabroni

Heard you got a shawty, heard she bump my old shit well, hell tell her Loook

I'm back like I never left, good kush, no stress I'm blessed, yes
Bomb sex, more money, gone talk less I'm finna goo crazy huh
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Youngin' 3

(Prr prr)

Momma ain't raise no quitter, uh, momma ain't raise no biiitch
They see you do good turn bitter, uh, reason keep a glock in the whiiip

They tried to flip the script, I'm back on my hood shit up to no good shit
Bad boy to the bone, none of that love shit , I'm a veteran I am not a rookie
Loook, I'm 24 homie like Kobe, 8 x 3 that's me Jabroni

Heard you got a shawty, heard she bump my old shit well, hell tell her Loook

I'm back like I never left, good kush, no stress I'm blessed, yes
Bomb sex, more money, gone talk less I'm finna goo crazy huh

(Prr prr)

Back to the grind, back to the wall I pull up like Kathi
Back when the bitches loved me, said I was shy, no I'm not a dentist
But she open wide I'm tryna hit it one time, one time but she wanna be mine

Now listen cause yeah you fine, you fine but I only got time for one night

Momma ain't raise no quitter, uh, momma ain't raise no biiitch
They see you do good turn bitter, uh, reason keep a glock in the whiiip

They tried to flip the script, I'm back on my hood shit up to no good shit
Bad boy to the bone, none of that love shit, I'm a veteran I am not a rookie
Loook

I went through hell, each time that I fell I got up prevailed, Suucccka

The greats paved the way, I follow the trail you want it go get it as my homie Cheyo
I want a foreign all white like it's Mail, I want the green in my hands like Kale

They said I'd be dead or in jail I seen my best friend turn pale, remember no money at shell, Now
My gas money on hummer, but 3 Summers not your lover, Biiitch
I'm a cold motherf*cker, really made it out the gutter, just to f*ck the world with no rubber
Aye (woo)

3

(Prr prr)

Momma ain't raise no quitter, uh, momma ain't raise no biiitch
They see you do good turn bitter, uh, reason keep a glock in the whiiip

They tried to flip the script, I'm back on my hood shit up to no good shit
Bad boy to the bone, none of that love shit , I'm a veteran I am not a rookie
Loook, I'm 24 homie like Kobe, 8 x 3 that's me Jabroni

Heard you got a shawty, heard she bump my old shit well, hell tell her Loook

I'm back like I never left, good kush, no stress I'm blessed, yes
Bomb sex, more money, gone talk less I'm finna goo crazy huh
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Writer: Ulises Estrada
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Performed By: Youngin' 3
Language: English
Length: 2:12
Written by: Ulises Estrada

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