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Young Snipe
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Popp Hunna
Popp Hunna
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Omir Bernard
Omir Bernard
Songwriter
Jack Richard Thierer
Jack Richard Thierer
Composer
Charles Edward Claeys
Charles Edward Claeys
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yakree
Yakree
Producer
Slayer
Slayer
Producer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Salvador "Fatol Flow" Majail
Salvador "Fatol Flow" Majail
Mixing Engineer
Samuel Aaron
Samuel Aaron
Mixing Engineer

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Uh, uh, let's go (thanks Yakree) Baow, let's go Brrrt, let's go (Slayer) Hold up, hmm, hmm, I'm sayin' like White shoes, all white shine Fresh out the jet and it's on right now I say, hop out the jet with all white damn (Ayy yo' DJ, bring the shit back) Man, I got on fresh forces with a diggy With a white polo tee and an all black blicky (damn) I'm the hottest nigga in the city (say what?) And I can't name another nigga in the city fuckin' with me, like (let's go) Only drive the whip if it don't got keys (got keys), huh Oh, I got that gat to go where opp squeeze (bow, bow), huh Yeah, he got that, but he ain't got these Catch me trippin' 'bout a thot, hmm, bitch please And my main jawn want a Birkin (want a Birkin) I said she better work the middle 'til that motherfuckin' hurtin' 'Til it get to bussin', get to squirtin' (get to squirtin') I told her eat the dick up, don't gag, no burpin' I'm a young nigga lick, hit a young snipe (young snipe) Fresh to death, like a baby, no wipe (no wipe) Keep a strap, you would think I'm a dyke (I'm a dyke) If it's static, we gon' get you on sight (on sight) Uh, I'm in a party with my ice on (ice) And my shit gon' dance, you ain't gotta turn the lights on (bling) She suck it good, she the right jawn And then I'ma two steps with my motherfuckin' bikes on Hundred, hundred, hundred bussin' out my pants, huh If you add it up, that's a hundred bands (yeah), huh What I spent a week probably your advance, huh Told her that I jigg, girl, I don't dance (let's go) Wanna see me? Bitch, you better catch an Uber (catch an Uber) He a bitch, but he claim he a shooter (brrt, bow) Pistol P run down with the ruger Throw a shot, hit your top, your medulla (huh) Uh, now you're dead, dead (huh?) With a motherfuckin' bullet in your head, head (huh?) Huh, yeah, heard what I said, said (huh?) That's gon' happen if you're playin' with my bread, bread (huh?) 'Cause I'm a young nigga lick, hit a young snipe (young snipe) Fresh to death, like a baby, no wipe (no wipe) Keep a strap, you would think I'm a dyke (I'm a dyke) If it's static, we gon' get you on sight (on sight)
Writer(s): Omir Bernard, Jack Richard Thierer, Slayer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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