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The Invincible Youngins Video (MV)




Performed By: Fatt Jay$on
Language: English
Length: 2:07
Written by: Julish Warren Jr.
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Fatt Jay$on - The Invincible Youngins Lyrics
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Last real nigga alive
Brain kind of cloudy smoke out feeling rowdy
Yeah they probably is, but I swea we more bout it
Organized crime, to get on top I had to climb
Stand over gang we tryna over kill them people
I won't be disrespected no nigga or bitch, I feel like Gates
My youngins invincible ain't no peasants allowed
Fore I make the world happy gotta make Jyejye proud
But as of lately no one's been playing aroun
Took me some time but I figured it out
I don't give a f*ck what a nigga think, I do this for them realest bitches
And I'm straight out of Mississippi
Where ain't no chances so you really gone see it's wicked
Sos top of the food chain I feel it they supa lame
I'm jus tryna give em game they'll get away my youngins
They jus like some ninjas mane, they contract killers
You'll Think Youngboy from round here the pressure is realer
You know een none, to the realest youngin to shit
My youngins like Michael and Fredo they don't play about Kidd
Micro AR pistol hit him all in his ribs
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English

Last real nigga alive
Brain kind of cloudy smoke out feeling rowdy
Yeah they probably is, but I swea we more bout it
Organized crime, to get on top I had to climb
Stand over gang we tryna over kill them people
I won't be disrespected no nigga or bitch, I feel like Gates
My youngins invincible ain't no peasants allowed
Fore I make the world happy gotta make Jyejye proud
But as of lately no one's been playing aroun
Took me some time but I figured it out
I don't give a f*ck what a nigga think, I do this for them realest bitches
And I'm straight out of Mississippi
Where ain't no chances so you really gone see it's wicked
Sos top of the food chain I feel it they supa lame
I'm jus tryna give em game they'll get away my youngins
They jus like some ninjas mane, they contract killers
You'll Think Youngboy from round here the pressure is realer
You know een none, to the realest youngin to shit
My youngins like Michael and Fredo they don't play about Kidd
Micro AR pistol hit him all in his ribs
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Writer: Julish Warren Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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