
Action Yung Mal & Pi'erre Bourne (Ft. Lil Gotit)
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[Intro: Yung Mal]
Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?
Eat a dick, bitch
Yo Pi'erre, yo Pi'erre
[Chorus: Yung Mal]
I like me some action
Talkin' 'bout lights, camera, action
We be, hmm, ready for action
Yeah, we want smoke like cancer, yeah
Drippin' like I hopped out the casket
Bitch, I'm rich like I'm king of the taxes
I do this shit with a passion
Stay with that stick, bitch, ready to shoot like a basket (Ball)
[Verse 1: Yung Mal]
My young nigga slick as a bastard
I got your bitch on X like Malcolm
12 on my dick like a bitch, they hassle
One street nigga, I'm king, got a castle
Got the hood on my back like a motherfuckin' saddle
These niggas ratted like 'Touille, they tattle
Swum in the mud with a paddle
Hundreds on hundreds on hundreds, it don't even matter
This shit done got radical, radical, radical, radical, radical
All in her mouth like she snaggletooth
I get 'em gone for a rack or two
Niggas be talkin' but lackin'
My niggas don't talk, they just whackin' you
Niggas be lyin', they be capital
I got that sack like a quarterbacker
Poured a deuce in apple Snapple
Pulled out the Money Man pack
Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?
Eat a dick, bitch
Yo Pi'erre, yo Pi'erre
[Chorus: Yung Mal]
I like me some action
Talkin' 'bout lights, camera, action
We be, hmm, ready for action
Yeah, we want smoke like cancer, yeah
Drippin' like I hopped out the casket
Bitch, I'm rich like I'm king of the taxes
I do this shit with a passion
Stay with that stick, bitch, ready to shoot like a basket (Ball)
[Verse 1: Yung Mal]
My young nigga slick as a bastard
I got your bitch on X like Malcolm
12 on my dick like a bitch, they hassle
One street nigga, I'm king, got a castle
Got the hood on my back like a motherfuckin' saddle
These niggas ratted like 'Touille, they tattle
Swum in the mud with a paddle
Hundreds on hundreds on hundreds, it don't even matter
This shit done got radical, radical, radical, radical, radical
All in her mouth like she snaggletooth
I get 'em gone for a rack or two
Niggas be talkin' but lackin'
My niggas don't talk, they just whackin' you
Niggas be lyin', they be capital
I got that sack like a quarterbacker
Poured a deuce in apple Snapple
Pulled out the Money Man pack
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