Tekst:
Young Dro Blessing

and we stop up high (thank you lord, thank you lord) [Verse 1:] Wait a minute dawg can we take a second let me thank the lord let me count my blessings

and we stop up high (thank you lord, thank you lord) [Verse 1:] Wait a minute dawg can we take a second let me thank the lord let me count my blessings

drop with the glock cocked, you know I keep that iron tight I'm getting brain from a tight dame on North Maine in the turning lane I'm young and rich

from head to toe Everywhere we go, more hoes and plenty of dro Everywhere we go, more shows and plenty of dough It's Young Noe, E.D.I., Young Buck and

in the womb Cool, that's cool You see, I cock back glocks, got more pull than slang shots Hit G spots by givin' hoes back shots I'm a young country

on the 34th floor they got them G's claimin true get blessed in the red, I get blessed in the blue So whatcha gonna do, young killa [ScareCrow

than time, Lord, hurry, they killed Brian And plus they killing kids, hurry up, 'fore they kill mine Killing time, lately there's a funeral, I'm soon to go Young Dro, bless

drop with the glock cocked, you know I keep that iron tight I'm getting brain from a tight dame on North Maine in the turning lane I'm young and rich

the drop with the glock cocked, you know I keep that iron tight I'm getting brain from a tight dame on North Maine in the turning lane I'm young and rich