Artist: Wiz Khalifa Album: Deal or No Deal Song: Young Boy Talk Typed by: AZ Lyrics Look nigga I'm the boss, the mo' fuckin animal One war, one phone call is how I handle you {whew} On the grind, you pussy niggas hate bitch I'm out in diferent states bought the ticket gettin cake Fill my lungs with the best weed, pockets with them dollar signs run with them niggas holdin glocks like its Columbine {Pop, Pop, Pop} I'ma star in detroit so I gotta shine far as Pittsburgh I'm the voice so I gotta Rhyme {Yaaaa} Rhymen all the time, ever since the first day now I'm gettin cake like ay day became my birthday Somethin like an earthquake, the way the shit drop I be at the tip top, postin with a big knot You ain't know me hoe, you sit at home and just watch less than haters, stone cold spectators