Brody Summers - Young G's lyrics

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Brody Summers - Young G's lyrics

[Intro x2] b**hes on my sack, swallow kids, hoe, call me dad b**hes on my sack, swallow kids, hoe, call me dad [Verse One] I'm a swa*ky mother f**er Your b**h mad, you's a buster She text me, you done f**ed up She cumming like a dump truck You f**ing with the trillest Minds gone, that's the illest Face numb, but no feelings Bomb head, that's the business She shaking like a Polaroid Pull out game strong, no steroids f**ed around and made hit boy You's a nice guy, she need dick boy [Chorus x2] b**hes on my sack, swallow kids, hoe, call me dad b**hes on my sack, swallow kids, hoe, call me dad f**ing with some G's, slap a Franklin on that a** Trippy getting lit, on her knees like its ma** [Verse Two] You ignorant mother f**er Stay b**hing, straight thumb s**er Acting like you going to dump on me Starring hard, then what's up, homie? You f**ing with that west side Young G, but no gang signs Don't bang, so don't waste time Test me, we'll take flight Sip light, that purple sprite Ain't s*ut, but she f** like I'm like two syllables, to the boy I'm his bro But the d that's his hoe, leave your b's at the door [Chorus x2] b**hes on my sack, swallow kids, hoe, call me dad b**hes on my sack, swallow kids, hoe, call me dad f**ing with some G's, slap a Franklin on that a** Trippy getting lit, on her knees like its ma**