Young Sam

Young Sam - Like Whoa lyrics

rate me

Can’t stop, won’t stop like a young gun

Other niggas want pussy, I want funds

Paper chaser stay in shape when my pack is not

When I die, bury me in a bank vault

If you ain’t talking about hundreds, I ain’t listening

Y’all constipated, y’all know nigga been the sit

Start to my whole team, nigga rich

AK make a nigga body do a flip

Except he ain’t shit, they say he ain’t clutched

A nigga riding out then I shoot like Kobe

Dope boys fresh catching balls like goalies

I do not trust you, we are not roadies

We in Lamborghini rocking polo horses

We started from a side now we rocking in Porsches

I’m a superstar so she wanna take a portrait

Niggas hating on me, why? ‘Cause you is not important

Gold chain on, got me looking like Mr. T

Put my gold grill in then I turn to Master P

I be flexing, I be really flexing, I be really texting

Your bitch on the low, hoe, fucking with me, suicidal

I might suicide the hoes, whole team tatted up

We be throwing up at foes, get that money, never will I splurge on a hoe

Got that foreign at the light, all them jealous ass niggas like whoa

Soon dike, seven on the come, man, they be like whoa

Bad bitch in my whip, break a nigga whip, they be like whoa

Walking VIP, turn it up, everybody like whoa

Smoking gasoline, hit her once, man, them niggas like whoa

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