Young Life - My Nigga Lyrics

Young Life – My Nigga Lyrics

Got it from the underground,
We fronting on pounds, my ni**er.
Gotta keep the four pound
When we riding through the town, my ni**er.
We blowing money, it ain’t nothing,now, my ni**er,
Put some, put some dollars on that a**.

A gun, ni**er, just ain’t gonna stop,
You got blood, but you ain’t gonna pop.
I’ve been leading, I’m a pro, …
With the while magazine and a Mac10,
I was, back then, when we, packed in,
In a, black Benz, and we ride through the city,
Homicide in the city, when we vibe like it’s when we
Sing this ’till our fingers get tired,
Then Osiris come and get me ’cause I

Got it from the underground,
We fronting on pounds, my ni**er.
Gotta keep the four pound
When we riding through the town, my ni**er.
We blowing money, it ain’t nothing,now, my ni**er,
Put some, put some dollars on that a**,
Shut you down, my nigger, shut you down, my ni**er.

All a nigger know is those comas,
Gotta get dough with my partner,
Hang a zip-code with that chopper,
Let your bitch know that I was a flocker,
That’s Fabby Young, yo, …
Hold me faking, that’s home invasion,
Don’t mistake him, he’ll leave you down brazzing.

Got it from the underground,
We fronting on pounds, my ni**er.
Gotta keep the four pound
When we riding through the town, my ni**er.
We blowing money, it ain’t nothing,now, my ni**er,
Put some, put some dollars on that ass,
Shut you down, my nigger, shut you down, my ni**er.