
Unemployed Young Drummer Boy
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[Intro]
Long way from being unemployed
Bitch I came a long way from being unemployed
Bitch
Gang bitch, I gotta have it
[Hook]
I’m sippin hen dog, with a freak bitch
9 times out of 10 bitches need dick
I ain’t gonna stop til I get rich
I pray to god that my momma live to see this
I ain’t choose this, I had no choice
I ain’t stopping til I pull up in that Rolls Royce
Hey look in to the barrel that’s a hollow point
Yeah I came a long way from being unemployed
[Verse 1]
When I’m rich, bitch I’m gon’ buy my mom a house
Then I’m gon’ throw a party at my momma house
If you really wanna talk, we can shoot it out
Why you want your lil homies to get chalked out?
Bitch I really came up from the mud
Shout out to my homies
Hell yeah that’s my blood
Fuck your two cents
I’m a nuisance
I ain’t rеally gotta talk, bitch I do this
Yeah I really grew up with my hеart missing
Yeah I really had to eat so I bust missions
I thank god every day that I’m still livin’
They let my cousin out of jail, now we back in it
Long way from being unemployed
Bitch I came a long way from being unemployed
Bitch
Gang bitch, I gotta have it
[Hook]
I’m sippin hen dog, with a freak bitch
9 times out of 10 bitches need dick
I ain’t gonna stop til I get rich
I pray to god that my momma live to see this
I ain’t choose this, I had no choice
I ain’t stopping til I pull up in that Rolls Royce
Hey look in to the barrel that’s a hollow point
Yeah I came a long way from being unemployed
[Verse 1]
When I’m rich, bitch I’m gon’ buy my mom a house
Then I’m gon’ throw a party at my momma house
If you really wanna talk, we can shoot it out
Why you want your lil homies to get chalked out?
Bitch I really came up from the mud
Shout out to my homies
Hell yeah that’s my blood
Fuck your two cents
I’m a nuisance
I ain’t rеally gotta talk, bitch I do this
Yeah I really grew up with my hеart missing
Yeah I really had to eat so I bust missions
I thank god every day that I’m still livin’
They let my cousin out of jail, now we back in it
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