Jay Da Youngan Printable Lyrics

Jay Da Youngan Printable Lyrics – Damn, bt new money, old money. [chorus] slide up on a opp to not hit shit tell them boys count me out dissing on the gram but ain't on shit tell them boys count me out them boys already. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ayy, shout out to my brother money man on this bitch my 23 shit, though [chorus] i'm a walkin' shooter, nigga, should've been on call. My baby, my baby, my baby might cop you a new mercedes you be driving these lil' bitches crazy you be driving these lil' bitches crazy we even had thoughts on a baby we even.

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Jay Da Youngan Printable Lyrics

I'ma do my own shit, don't give a fuck what y'all say / if i love you and you need me, just know i'm one call away / war ready, bitch, the clip longer. [chorus] fuck all that, i ain't doin' no talkin' bitch you been hatin', them slangs i caught 'em these niggas quick to do pussy shit often beggin' for favors my. [verse 1] we took some to leg, should of been the head, that shit was petty petty could of end up dead, we still ain't scared, bitch, we steady steppin' look me in my.