K-Young
Set Trippin’
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K. YOUNG
Let me roll you in these sheets like Louis V papers
Triple X kush burning in the air. Up and down like 6.4
Presidential suite, 5 star security, 6 floor
Knock, knock, knock. Let me in, let me in. (2x)
She ready for anything cuz she ain't on the guest list
Put her on the set cuz my n***as set trippin’

VERSE 1
Uh, I met her on the 6th flo’, I asked her where you from baby? She said 6.O, I was talking bout which city, state. Not which gang. I laughed it off hard a** f**k I can't believe this b*t*h bang. I shoulda knew the b*t*h badd but wear a lot of blue. So cripped out she went and paint her red bottoms blue. She said it its cool cuz I know you on the red side. But DUBB you know you sexy, and I need you in my bed right. I said bool later on let’s have a gang truce. You and your homegirls jump me bring your gang through. And tie yall up with these bandanas, and make yall bust like these damn hammers

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BRIDGE
K. YOUNG
Where you from baby? West side let me get some lady. Midnight you and me in my Mercedes. Backseat tinted sexing all the way to Saluson. I don’t do this often. I never trust hoes. Ratchet b*t*hes will have you sleeping in a coffin, but if its bout money I’m all in

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VERSE 2
My b*t*h a loc no joke, so serious. Between me and you. She bleed blue on her period. And when she mad she say cuz f**k your hood. I make her say blood every time I f**k her good. Lay her down like them n***as in my enemies’ set. Your friends laughing at you, but your friends funna be next. She said naw this my d**k they touch this they get dp’d and that’s on the dead homies loc NHC. Every crip b*t*h need a blood n***a, and every blood n***a need a crip b*t*h, And vice versa real sh*t. You from naybahood its only right you…

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