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LIL SHORTIES (feat. JOHN RED, ANTDOG & LIL JAY THE GOLDEN CHILD)

Exit 5 Yonkers/John Redhuatong
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Yeah, the hash kids.

What?

Loki's down here.

Hey, hey, the bad girls.

LHB.

LHB.

Luluxuari!

Yo, yo, yo, my man shining up above, show my man love.

Without the murder glove, no gas can push us up.

No more drug dealing, no more killing, no more stealing.

Drop the balance, we start to kill it together, the bad weather.

And the A.B.

Leather Man in tan boots, the proud circle lookin' better Tryin' to stay off the streets

I read a little shit.

We been having a drink before these.

We trying to stay strong.

And this is my life story.

We the little shorties.

We been having a drink before these.

We trying to stay strong.

And this is our life story.

We were the little shorties.

We never took the fallies.

We trying to stay strong.

And this is our life story.

We were the little shorties.

We never took the fallies.

We trying to stay strong.

And this is our life story.

Every day seems to be a struggle.

We ain't no good.

Every time I click in the trouble, we getting older.

I show y'all how we livin'.

Only to get it.

We never distant.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

by me, it didn't kill us.

We were little shorties, we never took it forward, we just wanted to stay strong.

And this is a life story.

When I grow up, I'm gonna run my way.

Go for my kids and just live my life.

Show love to my family that be holding me tight.

I see kids in the street about to start a fight.

I think my eyes here can't pull out a knife straight to my throat.

He took his channel legs and his level cold.

And then the cops came.

The gang got blamed.

All this violence is a damn shame.

story and it's my life story

And this is my life story.

It ain't a little shorty.

We never keep it shorty.

It's our business.

I flash all my nicks to the top of the head.

You put your girl in what you don't got.

You got the chair, now you packin' heat.

That's the ending, they give that treat.

That's the end of the country, they throw the teeth.

I think the kids go to sleep.

Somebody at the pocket, roll me up your wrist and blow it up like a raggedy, and I'll give you best.

You can just stop it.

Let's get on top of that topic.

Yo.

Davantage de Exit 5 Yonkers/John Red

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