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Comin' Outta Debt Video (MV)




Performed By: Young Twone
Language: English
Length: 2:47
Written by: Anthony Infante




Young Twone - Comin' Outta Debt Lyrics




Im not one to talk about I see em sending scouts

Hold that key to flip a pound
Hilfiger jeans just walk around
People always plead for an ounce
For an 8th
For any kind of food on your plate
Then you front em cash
Taken from your stash
Been counting till da date
Were grindin on the track
Aint even shown face
Round the 88th
Didn"t even care when I showed I haaad a case
Car coulda gotten tooken 'way
1-7-9 I gotta pay
Didnt have a chance to drive away
Shoulda danced n hit em wit a straight
Think he took a picture of my plate
So f*ck it, 1-7-9 I had to pay

Ma mind full of stress
Wondering when cops gon arrest
Fraud over cash app comin iout as checks
Bitches throwin ass comin over havin sex
Wanted one, she got a chance n left
Was climbing outta debt
N now I feed the deck

Starin at a T.V. n a thought Raced my mind
Right now got a bank wit a dot Needa change to a comma
Rip Jay Sama
Told em what it is
Floriidians
Screamin in-front of audience
Flexing, Double digits at the end
Blues, makin news, ambulance
Tell me who to lose
Ima make you choose
Me or da friends
Me or da trends
Thought we was together to the finish
One moment later she done road out my life
Woulda flexed together to the press
Wrote it in a letter , soon as she got pressed
Wish I never m,et her never settle for the least
Nigga Time to chase a dream
Hitta act more crazy when he pop a bean
Grippen .22
Missin that is who?
Missin that is you
If you think that you comin for ma crew

Ma mind full of stress
Wondering when cops gon arrest
Never leave a brudda but they left
Lookin to my right,
I seeee who it is that i got left
Fraud over cash app comin out as checks
Bitches throwin ass comin over havin sex
Wanted one, she got a chance n left
Was climbing outta debt
N now I feed the deck
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Im not one to talk about I see em sending scouts

Hold that key to flip a pound
Hilfiger jeans just walk around
People always plead for an ounce
For an 8th
For any kind of food on your plate
Then you front em cash
Taken from your stash
Been counting till da date
Were grindin on the track
Aint even shown face
Round the 88th
Didn"t even care when I showed I haaad a case
Car coulda gotten tooken 'way
1-7-9 I gotta pay
Didnt have a chance to drive away
Shoulda danced n hit em wit a straight
Think he took a picture of my plate
So f*ck it, 1-7-9 I had to pay

Ma mind full of stress
Wondering when cops gon arrest
Fraud over cash app comin iout as checks
Bitches throwin ass comin over havin sex
Wanted one, she got a chance n left
Was climbing outta debt
N now I feed the deck

Starin at a T.V. n a thought Raced my mind
Right now got a bank wit a dot Needa change to a comma
Rip Jay Sama
Told em what it is
Floriidians
Screamin in-front of audience
Flexing, Double digits at the end
Blues, makin news, ambulance
Tell me who to lose
Ima make you choose
Me or da friends
Me or da trends
Thought we was together to the finish
One moment later she done road out my life
Woulda flexed together to the press
Wrote it in a letter , soon as she got pressed
Wish I never m,et her never settle for the least
Nigga Time to chase a dream
Hitta act more crazy when he pop a bean
Grippen .22
Missin that is who?
Missin that is you
If you think that you comin for ma crew

Ma mind full of stress
Wondering when cops gon arrest
Never leave a brudda but they left
Lookin to my right,
I seeee who it is that i got left
Fraud over cash app comin out as checks
Bitches throwin ass comin over havin sex
Wanted one, she got a chance n left
Was climbing outta debt
N now I feed the deck
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Writer: Anthony Infante
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