Keep Yo Head On Young Slo-Be
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[Intro]
In the bounty jumpin' suckas, they turn it down
Now he Northside, he just came around
Bitch turned up, but got some money, I can't turn her down
When I know she a headache
[Chorus]
Ayy, ayy
Let me smoke this weed to get my head straight
Ayy, ayy
Cuddy brought the spring from his clip, look like the bed break
Or broke, bitch, whatever
Bitch, don't correct me when your nails fake
Papa got a plug, but I get love from my esé
[Verse 1]
Ayy, ayy, go to AZ to get the Glocks for cheap
Boys think I'm stupid, sittin' on my house for 'bout a week
New suckas woofin' on the 'Gram, but that don't bother me
Your brother caught a faceshot, my brothers walking up on feet
Ayy, ayy, nigga
Y'all know I did my dance on you niggas, shout out Harvey
They ain't did nothing to me, so they swear they never heard of me
You want to learn 'bout me, in the bity committin' burglaries
Come on, nigga, you know, last lash
Lay down, if he move wrong, then we spank his ass
That's how I got my first belt
Now a nigga gettin' racks, the beef ain't on the shelf
Yeah, I like breakin' hoes, who fuckin' with the help?
I hate bitches who got goals and swear they need no help
Talkin' 'bout they don't want pimpin', bitch, go to hell (It's the gang)
In the bounty jumpin' suckas, they turn it down
Now he Northside, he just came around
Bitch turned up, but got some money, I can't turn her down
When I know she a headache
[Chorus]
Ayy, ayy
Let me smoke this weed to get my head straight
Ayy, ayy
Cuddy brought the spring from his clip, look like the bed break
Or broke, bitch, whatever
Bitch, don't correct me when your nails fake
Papa got a plug, but I get love from my esé
[Verse 1]
Ayy, ayy, go to AZ to get the Glocks for cheap
Boys think I'm stupid, sittin' on my house for 'bout a week
New suckas woofin' on the 'Gram, but that don't bother me
Your brother caught a faceshot, my brothers walking up on feet
Ayy, ayy, nigga
Y'all know I did my dance on you niggas, shout out Harvey
They ain't did nothing to me, so they swear they never heard of me
You want to learn 'bout me, in the bity committin' burglaries
Come on, nigga, you know, last lash
Lay down, if he move wrong, then we spank his ass
That's how I got my first belt
Now a nigga gettin' racks, the beef ain't on the shelf
Yeah, I like breakin' hoes, who fuckin' with the help?
I hate bitches who got goals and swear they need no help
Talkin' 'bout they don't want pimpin', bitch, go to hell (It's the gang)
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