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Young N*****
88,271
Hip-Hop/Rap
Young N***** was released on August 5, 2011 by Warner Records as a part of the album Ferrari Boyz
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Release DateAugust 5, 2011
LabelWarner Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane
Vocals
Waka Flocka Flame
Waka Flocka Flame
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joshua Luellen
Joshua Luellen
Songwriter
J. Malphurs
J. Malphurs
Songwriter
Radric Delantic Davis
Radric Delantic Davis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kori Anders
Kori Anders
Mixing Engineer
Southside
Southside
Producer
Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane
Executive Producer
Waka Flocka Flame
Waka Flocka Flame
Executive Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Twisting fingers in the club, I'm a young ****
I got them young **** that'll hide your body parts
Pants sagging, flag hanging, I'm a young ****
P-pants sagging, flag hanging, I'm a young ****
[Verse 2]
My pants sagging low like a young ****
I'm twisting up the 'dro like a young ****
I'm in the club thirty deep like a young ****
I'm still in the streets like a young ****
Like a young ****, this one for the young ****
Where you from, ****, this one for the young ****
For the young ****, this one for the young ****
Where you from, ****, this one for the young ****
[Verse 3]
Yeah, most my **** rob, they don't got a job
I got a couple young **** that'll take the charge
So I don't bring a body guard, I bring my entourage
Stop the track, pause, RIP to Camouflage
I'm 'bout to pull my yellow 'Rari out the car garage
I got them young **** that'll hide your body parts
[Verse 4]
Twisting fingers in the club, I'm a young ****
Got them old **** saying, I love that young ****
Your whole clique buying shots, ya'll some broke ****
Pants sagging, flag hanging, I'm a young ****
In the club, strapped up with them guns, ****
We shooting at the police just for fun, ****
[Verse 5]
My pants sagging low like a young ****
I'm twisting up the 'dro like a young ****
I'm in the club thirty deep like a young ****
I'm still in the streets like a young ****
Like a young ****, this one for the young ****
Where you from, ****, this one for the young ****
For the young ****, this one for the young ****
Where you from, ****, this one for the young ****
[Verse 6]
Ray Charles vision, screaming, where's the competition?
Lotta rappers on the carton, man, they swag missing
I'm on that young **** shit
Sheisty ass **** at my shows robbing for bricks
Gucci said, I'm going hard Flocka on his shit
Old school swag got these hoes on my dick
I'm a lotto pick, I'm like, which girl to get
Pulled up on some offset, yellow and black whip
I'm on my Wiz Khalifa shit
I don't do no papers
Fresh up off the papers
Hater, catch the vapors
Shoes alligators
I'm talking 'bout Jordans
She ain't got enough swag, shawty can't afford 'em
FLOCKA
[Verse 7]
My pants sagging low like a young ****
I'm twisting up the 'dro like a young ****
I'm in the club thirty deep like a young ****
I'm still in the streets like a young ****
Like a young ****, this one for the young ****
Where you from, ****, this one for the young ****
For the young ****, this one for the young ****
Where you from, ****, this one for the young ****
Written by: J. Malphurs, Joshua Luellen, Radric Delantic Davis
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