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Yung Bleu

Level 3

 

Level 3

(albüm: Bleu Vandross 3 - 2020)


(A$tod, you cooked this?)
Bleu Vandross
Boosie Badazz
I told y'all about this nigga Yung Bleu two years ago, y'all ain't believe me
Now you see, nigga, platinum records, gold records
More money, more guns, 'nother level
Can't knock the hustle
Finna take this shit up a new level, nigga (Cold-blooded)

Got that lil' money, but that don't make you real
A million dollars, I couldn't take the deal
Just had a lil' one, I can't wait to see 'em
He just got out, but he can't wait to kill
Spin that shit
Whatever move, you better kill that shit
My nigga died, I can't forgive that shit
He just got out, but he can't wait to spin
Like 50 Cent, bitch, I got many men
Who done caught bodies, they wan' kill again
My lil' niggas stalk you
Murder that shit before you leave, go do a walk-through
I just pulled up in that 'Vette, I'm full of Hennessy and liquor
Had to treat her like a ho, she gave that pussy to my nigga
These niggas know I'm getting selfish, yeah

Just made a million, bitch, it ain't enough
Just got him whacked, but no, that ain't enough
He just got out and he wan' stank him something
He just got out and he wan' blank him something
Like I don't just where they stay or something
Boot up, he on level one
Don't let him get to level two, just don't know what he might do
Boot up, he on level two
Don't let him get to level three, he kill everything he see

And I ain't never got my chain took
'Cause every time I'm in the club, I got that same look
Boot up on that molly if you want and get your brains took
I heard you got them choppers in your section, boy, but I ain't shook
These niggas know I hang with nothing but steppers, boy, so man, look
We can do whatever you niggas wanna get into
Just don't be surprised when we spit at you
Mortal Kombat, nigga, we gon' finish you
I'm five and oh, I ain't taking no losses
I politic with bosses
Hope you got some money, 'cause it take money to go to war
Even though they murked your nigga, you can't tell what you saw
Out here retarded, ready to lay the law like I just passed the bar
Twenty shots, I'm ready to dunk you like Kareem Abdul-Jabbar

Yeah, just made a million, bitch, it ain't enough
Just got him whacked, but no, that ain't enough
He just got out and he wan' stank him something
He just got out and he wan' blank him something
Like I don't just where they stay or something
Boot up, he on level one
Don't let him get to level two, just don't know what he might do
Boot up, he on level two
Don't let him get to level three, he kill everything he see

They hated on me on level one
That lil' bitch was out of line, fully lying
So I stepped on him, me and my son
Before I leave the house, granny always say, "Be careful, hun"
Broke, talking to the devil, huh, this that level, huh
Music made me Boosie Boo, fuck it, here go level two
Paper coming, haters coming, old niggas wan' step on you, man
Shout out my man, shit, he sleep with a tool
He kill anything he see, he level three for Lil Boosie
And now it's up now
You hoping we fall, you out of luck now
Level three shit, Yung Bleu gon' have me mob tied
If murder what we talking 'bout, you ain't gonna lay it, boy
Bust your ass, boy, swear to God I went to class for it
Leveled up and made it, buy it, we don't trip
That's my level two nigga, he'll kill you for a zip
An H finna go, but we gon' get this shit straight
You can die from mistakes, and that's from one of the greats

Boosie Badazz (Know what this is)
Level three shit
Keep your eyes on the prize, young nigga, get the money
And watch the bitches who be sleeping

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