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Wiz Khalifa( Cameron Jibril Thomaz )
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Young Boy Talk
Uh huh Sledgerin'
Uh Look nigga, I'm the rawest, the motherfuckin' animal Want war? One phone call is how I handle you (Whew) On the grind, you pussy nigga's hate Bitch, I'm out in different states, politic and gettin' cake
Fill my lungs with the best weed, pockets with them dollar signs Run with them niggas holdin' glocks like its Columbine (Pop, pop, pop) I'm a star, ain't a choice, hoe, I gotta shine Far as Pittsburgh, I'm the voice so I gotta rhyme
Grind all the time ever since the 1st day Now I'm gettin' cake like every day became my birthday Something like a earthquake, the way this shit drop Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I be at the tip top posted with a big knot
You didn't know, hoe, you sit at home and just watch Less than haters, stone cold spectators Same lame's turn out to be investigators Nowhere near comfortable, need extra paper
Got the city on smash, the streets on lock 100 real niggas with their heats on cock Got my pockets on swol', still need more gwap Plus the hood says they love to hear the young boy talk
Ay, ay The jeans spent about a buck 45 on them If he trick the team, buck 45's on him When we hit the scene, the club hoes just pile on him You scrubs show them groupies love, I just style on them
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