Blac Youngsta feat. Slim Jxmmi - Sex

Young Lan on the track
Hotwheelz on the track

(Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
Foreign car (gang) like a jet (gang, gang)
We can have (gang) all kind of sex (gang, gang)
I just ran, tryna text, where you at girl, lemme burn in it
Young nigga flex (gang, gang), make her wet (gang)
Young nigga stretch, hit her leg
Girl, where you at I'm tryna hit, swallow, gargle, spit, spit
(Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)

Baby, let me know if you really do love me
Big baby, you know I really do trust you (I put you through too much)
Bae, you know you bought a real true sucker
I been down with the gang from the jump
I been ridin' with them thangs in my trunk
Had a strong campaign from the jump
And you dissed me for the fame, from the jump
You a fuck boy, you going to jail, dropping so fuckin' pumps
Broke is a game, nigga, you'll get slumped
Hundred kush bowls hid in the trunk (gang, gang)
And I ran up the money up with unc'
Wide open sittin' up on chrome
And that nigga you was in the cell with
He was sucking your dick on your bunk
If you a man, you gotta stand for something
Real bosses don't pass the blunt
If you gonna brag on another nigga
You might as well kiss his ass or something
I won't waste my breath on you niggas
But I don't even got my ass in the pump
Bitches getting their asses pumped

(Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
Foreign car (gang) like a jet (gang, gang)
We can have (gang) all kind of sex (gang, gang)
I just ran, tryna text, where you at girl, lemme burn in it
Young nigga flex (gang, gang), make her wet (gang)
Young nigga stretch, hit her leg
Girl, where you at I'm tryna hit, swallow, gargle, spit, spit
(Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)

My nigga, he just came up out the dirt (dirt, dirt)
I pay my dues, lil nigga I put in work (put in work)
My nigga he in the feds, he doing time (time, time)
I lost so many my niggas, I lost my mind (my mind)
I paid his restitution, so he fine (fine)
I hate they gave my little nigga all that time (time)
I jumped up out that drop, that's perfect timing (time, time)
I jumped up off that block I work for mine
I'm thinking 'bout success, that's on my mind (my mind)
I'm thinking 'bout these murders and them crimes (crimes)
I'm thinking 'bout my fam, that's on my mind
Fuck with masses going down, yeah

(Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
Foreign car (gang) like a jet (gang, gang)
We can have (gang) all kind of sex (gang, gang)
I just ran, tryna text, where you at girl, lemme burn in it
Young nigga flex (gang, gang), make her wet (gang)
Young nigga stretch, hit her leg
Girl, where you at I'm tryna hit, swallow, gargle, spit, spit
(Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)

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