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Hundred Reasons Live Fast Die Young

you need Leave me to rot here I told you hundreds of times before Don't ever trust me at all Well it's fine And you live fast and die ugly, young

had doh and shorty like my Never rolled around in a drop top V Like me, like we, YB, that's us Too fast, too hard (Take it all, you need me) Young Buck

game to want to let him in so open up The boy a barrel of a smoking gun Whether I'm old or young, the chosen one I got a hundred billion flows to come

) He gots ta have it (ugh ugh), his girl got his mind (ugh ugh) Took over his whole body, he needs her (Speak on it) He can't live without her (Ugh!),

, Guess I'll live fast, Guess I'll die young, Even if I could, don't think I'd wanna hold on. So give me one good fucking reason why I should tighten

Waitin for the game to wanna let him in so open up The boy a barrel of a smokin gun Whether I'm old or young the chosen one I got a hundred billion

had doh And shorty like my Never roled around in a drop top V Like me, like we, YB, that's us Too fast, too hard (Take it all you need me) Young buck

adrenaline Waiting for the game to let him in So open up The boy of a barrel smoke and gun Whether old or young the chosen one I got hundred million flows

My Daddy Im The, Young Stunna, Stuntin Like My Daddy Stuntin Like My Daddy, I Be Stuntin Like My Daddy [Verse 4: Young Dro] Yawl Niggas Salty Hessian