Übersetzung: K Young. Tödlicher Anruf.
cnt keep slipping liek this Now she all in my grill trying her best to make me feel guilty Missed call operator operator when I'm with my girl better hold all my calls
feel good [Verse 4: Young Buck] She calls me daddy, carries my luie vuton luggage Frank mulers my wrist and she's using your money These round trip flights, dinner at benny Hondas I call
hardest On the block duckin charges, ni**a f**k the sergeant He got a job, all my bottles got a pinch of coke Listen tho' I'm missin dough I gotta gather
Z) [Big Boi] Yeah.. ATLiens style on y'all ass [K. Mike] DO OR DIE, AQUEMINI [K. Mike] Killer Mike, Roc-A-Fella collaboration - holla! [Y. Hova] Young
rilla, know he gon' leave footprints So he gets his shoes the size a soul bigger I learned niggaz will turn on you young Just as the gun misses it hits
rollin with my clip on my hip But this is my land so prick dont trip cause K's dont jam and a nigga dont miss They tellin me I'm the shit like a nigga
bitch, yeah OK, let the homies spray the K Dippin hittin' switches bouncin' over ditches Callicodes collapse niggas, perhaps niggas Trap or dap and clap niggas, I'M YOUNG
you can feel this I bring styles after styles after styles, dukes I can't be faded with the shit, cause I'm a young troop I sport them nikes, not the reeboks or k
cookie, I wanna sex her cookie She said forget her nookie, wipe my nose, go get them boogies I gave cookie nookies, with the girls, got known This my two brim hat, call
You hear me talkin', you know I'm from the O A K I tell it like it is and that's the only way I'm the M, the A, the C, the K I write my rhymes everyday
' y'all? Well, shit I ain't got no one to call Like when yo ass didn't get no respect if you were in New York I'm the nigga to call when in trouble, Lil
Excuse me miss, I'm just passin Hope you don't mind me askin Are you lookin for some action? Cause I wouldn't mind waxin that ass [K-Young] And it ain
week now she dead broke/ she missed one weekend because she needed flow/ he cursed her out/called her names/made the girl cry/ she won?t accept his phone calls
Kurupt bitch, yeah OK, let the homies spray the K Dippin hittin' switches bouncin' over ditches Callicodes collapse niggas, perhaps niggas Trap or dap and clap niggas, I'M YOUNG
chick right there? she a lil ol' slut she said e-40's a FILF. FILF? Father I Like to F*** I said "lil girl, you way too young for me what you need to
Young Thugs in this motherfucker Don't break up the fight, let 'em rumble Don't make enemies with me I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain't see
streets we stayin up [Mr. Capone-E] My homies, they're my young thug outlaws Down for whatever when it's on Jermaine makes his call We miss you O.G.,
