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Nobodie - Yung Poets (feat. Kid Chxp & Deo Cane) Lyrics



Nobodie - Yung Poets (feat. Kid Chxp & Deo Cane) Lyrics
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I weigh my pack in kilograms
I'm going crazy
Blowing weed smoke in my ceiling fan
Im hitting doobies licks get looted
Bet I pillage man
I'm staying booted
High top sneakers over any brand
My girl be snooty
I be moody we could be a fam
A 20 on the gas
Speeding never looking back
And what you think is brash
Coming we could see collapse
Or we could be beef for laughs
Im on a peaceful path
Knowing ima poet
And I'm owing my ambition
To my homies who ain't growing
Going faster every moment
So my ass can barley focus
F*ck that shit that you be toting
I'm never overloading
Boasting I'm the closest
Exploding I'm explosive motherf*cker
Hit the blunt than I pass it
Got two cups that classic
You know I stay trapping
Take chops like an addict
True shit no cappin
I ball out that pack ten
On myspace gem shit bitch
Im out of this planet
And bitch I'm like a magnet
When it come to finding talent
Undercover with my balance
Just a white kid off of Alice
Stitching verses like bandage
Take my flow bitch they some bandits
Got so high up then I landed
Hate on me they see my bands up
I go home back to my palace
Thats where I do all this rap shit
Boy I hit you with this flow
How I got the total package
And if you ain't about the business
Then yo bitching it go past me
I got no time for bitches
They don't listen they just nag me
See these niggas claim to hate
But when I come around they in my face
Tryna catch a case but I don't fight
I'm bout the paper chase
I say whats up to the 805
They show me love
Im in the club
Sunset Terrace bitches tryna f*ck
They say my style it amazes
Don't you ever change
Like that black band
I got right on my pinky ring
They say this life its happened fast
I got it by the reins
And when I make it
Those who hated will give me a ring
They hit my telephone
Straight to voicemail I ain't home
Boy leave me alone
Im tryna get my money long
You just a dummy clone
Ball so hard you broke a bone
And for the freaks at home
I'm in my feels and in my zone yuh
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I weigh my pack in kilograms
I'm going crazy
Blowing weed smoke in my ceiling fan
Im hitting doobies licks get looted
Bet I pillage man
I'm staying booted
High top sneakers over any brand
My girl be snooty
I be moody we could be a fam
A 20 on the gas
Speeding never looking back
And what you think is brash
Coming we could see collapse
Or we could be beef for laughs
Im on a peaceful path
Knowing ima poet
And I'm owing my ambition
To my homies who ain't growing
Going faster every moment
So my ass can barley focus
F*ck that shit that you be toting
I'm never overloading
Boasting I'm the closest
Exploding I'm explosive motherf*cker
Hit the blunt than I pass it
Got two cups that classic
You know I stay trapping
Take chops like an addict
True shit no cappin
I ball out that pack ten
On myspace gem shit bitch
Im out of this planet
And bitch I'm like a magnet
When it come to finding talent
Undercover with my balance
Just a white kid off of Alice
Stitching verses like bandage
Take my flow bitch they some bandits
Got so high up then I landed
Hate on me they see my bands up
I go home back to my palace
Thats where I do all this rap shit
Boy I hit you with this flow
How I got the total package
And if you ain't about the business
Then yo bitching it go past me
I got no time for bitches
They don't listen they just nag me
See these niggas claim to hate
But when I come around they in my face
Tryna catch a case but I don't fight
I'm bout the paper chase
I say whats up to the 805
They show me love
Im in the club
Sunset Terrace bitches tryna f*ck
They say my style it amazes
Don't you ever change
Like that black band
I got right on my pinky ring
They say this life its happened fast
I got it by the reins
And when I make it
Those who hated will give me a ring
They hit my telephone
Straight to voicemail I ain't home
Boy leave me alone
Im tryna get my money long
You just a dummy clone
Ball so hard you broke a bone
And for the freaks at home
I'm in my feels and in my zone yuh
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Writer: Bryce Alford, Deo Cane, Steven Callan
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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