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Kween (Freestyle) – Young M.A

[Intro]
Oh man, what’s wrong with these niggas man?
Motherfuckers thought they was gon’
They thought they was gon’ count me out man?
Like I ain’t a part of this shit
Like I ain’t go hard for this shit
Like I ain’t the god of this shit
Yeah, I said it
It’s MA
I know these niggas hating, but I inspire these niggas on the low man
I believe that shit
I inspire you niggas

[Verse]
Surprise motherfuckers
Open your eyes motherfuckers
M.A where you been?
It’s about time motherfucker
I just been on my grind like a motherfucker
I apologize
Now I’m back on these beats doing homicides
I was chasing money tryna make my commas rise
And I had to put that joy back in my momma’s eyes
Devil tried to bring me down but I don’t run, I rise
I bet if they was in my shoes they’ll probably run and hide
They don’t really want the truth they rather run with lies
You damn right I’m touching money and I’m touching lives
I got the crown too
I’m a queen, I’m who they bow too
If they wanna bring the beef, I bring the cow too
It’s Brooklyn, I run the town too
They hold me down, I hold them down too
A new year, so It’s round two
I can’t believe they tried to say I had a ghost writer
That’s like saying you drove a whip without no tires
That’s like saying you had it lit without no fire
Moral of the story is they all liars
Funny guys, bummy guys
I know Flex ‘gon spin this about 20 times
I’m up now with my watch on sunny side
Now all I see is carrots like a bunny’s eyes
I’m in that Audi real low like a druggies eyes
I’m still dwelling on the fact that I’m countrywide
Shout out to my VA niggas them my country guys
9 years, I was raised on the countryside
Now I’m 25 getting checks
Doing more, saying less
Working more, playing less
Giving more, taking less
I just wish niggas was focused more, hatin’ less
On the grind, waitin’ less
Being real, fakin’ less
You don’t sound believable they won’t believe in you
That’s why I really speak about what I really do
Yeah I’m hot but I keep it cool, humble shit
And I keep gorillas with me on some jungle shit
I carry Brooklyn on my shoulders on some duffel shit
This New York, we ain’t supposed to do that mumble shit
We don’t run we run shit
On some son you shit
M.A coming for they heads on some frontal shit
I’m back focused, money ain’t folding
Yeah I took a break, but I ain’t broken
They say, “I’m changing”
I say, “I’m growing”
And I say, “they all full of shit” like a colon
They talk about me like they past perfect
Like they present pretty, like they future flawless
Like this world ain’t got drug addicts and alcoholics
Rapists, robbers, dealers, murder, extortion
Like me being gay is so fucking important
We all sinnin’ nigga, I don’t give a fuck what you call it
The only man that can judge me is the man above
Too much hate y’all need to open up a can of love
How you mad man? Somebody give that man a hug
Saying I’m a thief somebody must’ve hand them drugs
They thought OOOUUU was the only thing I had for ’em
They thought I ain’t have something in the stash for ’em
I see a crown damn right I’ma grab for it
Where I’m from, we just take it we don’t ask for it
On my way to success I got a map for it
And for my dreams, yup, I’m still running laps for it
You can see it in my eyes, it’s still hunger there
I’m still looking to the sky ’cause my brother there
Went from stashing OCs in my underwear
To 2016 being my fucking year
Now I’m back here another year
And I see more haters, but you looking in your account and it’s nothing there
Don’t get mad, get money, get on your grizzy
I don’t respond to you niggas because I’m busy
My eyes low because I’m tipsy sipping that Don Pizzy
Had to chill on that Henny for my my liver and kidneys
Hair still frizzy
Loud still pissy
How much we get for a show? Between 40 and 60
Independent at my own label
At my own table and I’m so grateful
What don’t break you make you
So to them motherfuckers throwing stones, thank you

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Brooklyn (Chiraq Feestyle) [Feat. Rell Markz & LA Danger] – Young M.A

Lirik lagu: Brooklyn (Chiraq Feestyle) [Feat. Rell Markz & LA Danger]

[Intro: Young M.A]
Aw man, the squad is here
RedLyfe Pain Gang
You already know I’m happy everybody did they Chiraq
Now the squad ’bout to get on this shit
And straight murder everything Brooklyn style
You already know nigga
It’s Young M.A, remember that nigga

[Verse 1: Young M.A]
My squad is a bunch of niggas with no manners
We hold hammers
Better duck when that gun flash, no cameras
No jammin’, my gun blammin’
Your bullets flying but not landing
God damnit, my hands cramping
This big cannon do big damage
Heat on my side, my hip tanning
My nigga Danger keep the grip near him
They shot my nigga like 5 times but he’s still alive and he’s still standing
B.I.P to my big bro from 88 to 09
I swear to god it would be problems if that nigga was still alive
Tell these niggas don’t fuck with me
I’m not in the right state of mind
Put the Desert Eagle to his forehead and make the nigga have a change of mind
Stop talking that tough shit cause you dyke bitches ain’t bout that
Heard niggas out here rattin’ so I had to set up my mouse traps
Blow a stack and I bounce back
Hit me up for that loud pack
Got shishkaberry, got cookie kush
Got white widow, a whole pound of that
Fuck a squad, I’m three deep
You got 10 niggas that’s 10 sheep
Plus these pussy niggas don’t want beef
Cause they all chicken, 10 piece
I’m in Crown Heights, I’m in Bed-Stuy
I’m in Brownsville, I’m in C.I
I’m in east New York where them things bump
If a nigga die we don’t talk, shh
That’s Brooklyn nigga
Them TEC-9s’ll cook a nigga
Turn his brains into pudding nigga
I’m not a killer but don’t push a nigga
I swear to god I will pull it nigga
Middle finger to them lookin’ niggas
You say you got shooters on the roof
Well I got shooters in the bushes nigga
Never ever been a pussy type
But I know a lot of pussy dykes
Your shit’s trash, you can’t rap
And the engineer should’ve took your mic
You ain’t a thug, you the mushy type
Fall in love and be hooked for life
You the type that’ll kill your bitch
If she tried to leave and get booked for life
I’m really a calm nigga but the niggas round me is really rowdy
I’m the type if I don’t fuck with you
Don’t come near me, don’t come around me
This loud pack that we smokin’ on
Got the whole car lookin’ really cloudy
I’m riding ’round in that white Chevy but my next whip is that black Audi
It’s Brooklyn nigga, that’s King’s County
Niggas hate, don’t know a thing about me
Only real niggas I bring around me
Fuck your foriegns, I rock Jordans
With a tank top and a Jesus piece
That flashy shit you niggas wearing really don’t mean shit to me
I got young boys that’ll rob you
For your ACs and credit cards too
With that 380 it ain’t hard to
So cooperate or they sparkin’ you
I was born alone, I’ma die alone
Fuck friends I don’t need any
I love money, I get money
I got money and I got plenty
Mr Hayes, when they let you out
I’m right there with them weapons out
You a fake blood, a disloyal nigga
And they gone have to bring them stretchers out
Cause I’m not playing
20 shots, pussy clot to your chest nigga
You killed my brother now you rest nigga
Naw, fuck that, I got more to say
I know these hoes ain’t loyal
Motherfucker I wasn’t born today
Fuck M.O.B, I’m M.O.E
I’m just tryna grind and duck the Ds
I told niggas I don’t gang bang but for my bro I throw up them Bs
It’s Pain Gang, RedLyfe
Don’t fuck with them and don’t fuck with me
This is Brooklyn nigga, what the fuck you mean?

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[Verse 2: Rell]
I was kicked out with my shit out
But I been out with my pen out
The paper here when I dish out
I got a thick snout when that fish out
I want the money, cars, got the hoes
But that skrilla all on my search route
No growth spurts but my money sprout
Got a bad bitch with a fat ass
When she twerk out that’s a workout
But the first scout, I done passed out
With her ass out and my cash out
She opened up and I splashed out
I done broke the [?], bring a cask’ out
I’m the best in it and the last out
I’m the last out and the best in it
Y’all hiding niggas bring the mask out
Y’all garbage niggas keep the trash out
If you talkin’ shit you better watch your mouth
Cause your snot box will get busted out
I don’t talk ’bout it, I walk it out
I’m 19 and my stance strong
My money green and my pen lean
I’m a damn fiend for this damn green
Hit the damn scene with the fam, homies, and the damn team
I been here and I been there
Her pussy wet, no swimwear
But I’m in there with my army gear
Can’t trust hoes, don’t trust niggas
Just trust yourself and your fucking figures
I did this and I did that
Her pussy fat, I did that and I did this
And I’m all about my business
And there ain’t no competition, I’m vicious
In the booth I put a nigga on the hit list
Dear god can I get a witness?
I slayed that and I slaughtered this
Cause I’m a motherfucking menace nigga
I’m 19, when that light green
She might scream for that pipe me
These light bars for that ripe cheese
Homies got bars for that hype fees
I got loud, come holler at me
Etcetera, some OG
A quick talk for that QP
And I’m out the sky with a blue dream
Brooklyn where I reside at
Money all in that sty rack
A couple niggas that’s OT
If you can’t handle, they’ll fly back
Studio, and I’m on beats
No time for me to get sidetracked
In the booth steady going skytzo
I’m working hits with my mind strap
Can’t stop me then fuck with me
Or follow up, get in line scrap
Fuck you and who you fuck with
This money here, this paper fat
Gotta grind so I’m a go-getter
Niggas fake and I’m so realer
Beat war and I’m a gorilla
MJ and I’m so Thriller
Can’t fuck with me, I’m that nigga
You typing scared, nigga that figures
I can take your thot, I bring back figures
Flipping musically with a couple hitters
Thats [?] to get it with a crip triggers
Gotta hit a nigga, backflip a nigga
Pistol whip a bitch and ziplock a nigga
Go kill a nigga when he feeling froggish
Throw me a beat and I’m getting on it
And I’m getting on it and I’m shitting on it
A bad bitch in my radar, I’m murking it, then I’m dipping on it
In the booth spitting and I’m killing on it
And I’m living on it
Pay attention bitch cause my dick enormous
And they looking gorgeous and they getting on it
And they only want me cause a nigga ballin’

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[Verse 3: La Montana]
It’s RedLyfe, man it’s RedLyfe
Man it’s RedLyfe, ain’t no joke
Rollin’ with so many blue 30’s nigga would’ve thought I was loc
Call my [?] up, said I’m heavy up, man a nigga need that coke
Cause my boaty niggas wade, and my Russians need that dope
Stay with that four-five for niggas thinking I’m [?]
Yeah kiate la boca ‘fore I hit ’em when I drove by
[?] any nigga approach La, you know why ’cause they no lie
If you know La, I don’t lie
If I say so you gon’ die
I’m the shit, more niggas than a [?]
Done pimped more bitches than Don Juan
I’m pimping right now while the song’s on
My bitches don’t play, them 30’s on
My niggas don’t play, our arm is long
Feeling like Jordan nigga, this our song
23 hour shifts all night long
Y’all regular niggas act like shones
That 40 cal gon’ take him away
Like a landlord I put him in place
Nigga dead from a pole off the waist
Seperate his head from the front of his face
Take his legs, turn them under his waist
Bitch ass feds tryna build a case
Lookin’ ass niggas, I’ll give ’em DNA
I fuck your wife and I nut in your face

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Body Bag – Young M.A

[Intro]
Ha!
I’m ’bout to talk my shit
Brooklyn, what up?
M.A nigga

[Verse]
I’m on some undefeated shit, now I can’t lose
Get in the game I act a damn fool
Get a mansion out in Cancun, the size of a damn school
I gotta grind, now I can’t snooze
That’s your bitch but she a fan too
I asked her ‘where your man at?’, she said ‘my man who?’
I do shit that you can’t do, cause nigga I’m the damn truth
My money long like bamboo
No top on the damn coupe, the haters like ‘damn you!’
Man, shoot if I can’t lose just imagine what I can do
I’m at their heads like shampoo
Bitch I made it like I planned to
And I’m hot, fuck around and catch a 10-2
I ran to my dreams and my whole team ran too
Posted up with the damn crew
[?] that’s my man too
Big Meech, Tweety Twiz, [?] Eli all my niggas out in [?] that’s the fam too
Them haters mad because I came out the damn blue
And murdered everything and everybody in the damn room
Them haters like ‘god damn I can’t stand you’
But I just smile back and count money ’til my hands blue
Peep my damn shoes, the shirt and the pants too
Partner outfit but my style is too damn rude
I’m the shit nigga, do you get the damn clue
I’m shitting on her, him, them, y’all and you
I swallow pussy like I can’t chew
And I had that bitch going to a shock, now she can’t move
Leave me alone haters I ain’t in the damn mood
Fuck around and have my face on the damn news
Hit the block, pull up in something brand new
White coupe, red seats, Campbell’s canned soup
I don’t hang with lames, naw I’m too damn cool
But I’m on fire in the damn booth
I’m the best to ever do it and this here is the damn prove
Got niggas shaking in their damn boots
Cause they can’t fuck with me like a bitch with a red cooch
Get it, fuck it, now I’m ’bout to kill it
Niggas wanna do collabs, naw nigga I ain’t with it
Cause you trash and that bullshit you spitting I ain’t feeling
Grown men hating on me, bitch niggas in they feelings
Y’all niggas got a clitoris
Niggas must be on they period
Niggas must be bi-curious
But I don’t take you niggas serious
Just put that dot on your head, cause I don’t fuck with you niggas period
Basic ass niggas, old hating ass niggas
Had a dream they was pursuing, but never made it ass niggas
Is that the reason, why you mad
Well you, you and him, y’all sucked the dick I never had
Now I’m taking niggas bitches and I’m fucking them with a strap
And send her back home to you and throw her ass right in the cab
I’m a disrespectful nigga even without the Henny
But it’s a whole ‘nother story when that liquor get up in me
I’m cocking guns back and I’m hitting niggas kidneys
Ain’t shit about me friendly, got them big B’s with me
I ain’t talking ’bout them Bentley’s
I’m talking bout them niggas that walk around with them semis
That’ll pop you for them pennies, nigga
Ha!

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Summer Story – Young M.A

[Verse 1]
It’s the middle of summer
Whole squad out, just rented them Hummers
You know the team, Redlyfe, I call them niggas my blooders
Tank top on, tan a little, get me some color
Gold chains looking like I can’t believe it’s not butter
Word to mother, I’m single now, it’s kind of a bummer
Me and my shorty ain’t together but forever I love her
The women on me though, the flow make the women horny
A million views on that OOOUUU but that’s a different story
Same chick, just a different story
Same bed, just a different shorty
Call my ex, she like why you call me?
She don’t want me, karma tryna warn me
I know I fucked up but don’t ignore me, damn
Anyway, I don’t gotta let it bang, my niggas do it for me
A lot of haters on my body, had to get ’em off me
90’s swag, Tommy and Nautty
Niggas hating, damn Daniel, don’t be corny Corey
Dad caps, pockets mad fat
The beat gives me flashbacks to when we had raps
At first they was sleeping on me, now they cat nap
I got the city on my back like a knapsack, now I got a bad back
My attitude is fuck you, where the cash at?
Hah-choo, I bless tracks then I dab that
Disrespect and get pressed like a hashtag
I’m reppin’ Brooklyn so they put me in a cash cab

[Hook]
I’ma ride for my guys, do or die for my guys
Never switch sides on my guys, no
I’ma ride for my bitch, do or die for my bitch
Fucked around a few times on my bitch, woah
She said I don’t have no loyalty
Just cause the pussy just be calling me
And she don’t think I love her even when I say I love her
That’s my bitch and we just single for the summer, woah

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[Verse 2]
Get with the wave
I’m tryna get this money man, I been up for days
I will never change, I’m stuck in my ways
It’s hard to leave the hood, I still be around the ways
Uncles on the block drinking Henny, playing spades
All you see is clips of weed laying in the drains
It’s normal to us
Where we from it’s important to us
Anything out of New York feels foreign to us, woah
Summer nights, cookouts and shoutouts
You see a bunch of scamming niggas with them coupes out
With the tunes loud, bumping with the roof down
Pretty jawns with the fat ass and the boobs out
Ooh, I’m all about my royalty
It’s cause the money just be callin’ me
And yeah we gotta hustle cause we came up from the gutter
We ain’t rich but we ballin’ for the summer, woah

[Hook]
I’ma ride for my guys, do or die for my guys
Never switch sides on my guys, no
I’ma ride for my bitch, do or die for my bitch
Fucked around a few times on my bitch, woah
She said I don’t have no loyalty
Just cause the pussy just be calling me
And she don’t think I love her even when I say I love her
That’s my bitch and we just single for the summer, woah

[Outro]
I ride for my guys
Never switch sides on my guys, no
I’ma ride for my bitch
I fucked around a few times on my bitch, woah

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