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nussie freestyle - youngboy never broke again lyrics lyrics

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[intro]
(ayo, brando what that b+tch hittin’ for?)
(my n+gga brando the sickest)
(say, brando, what it’s hittin’ for?)
look
ayy, i wasn’t raised like none of these n+ggas
you, ayy, i’m cut from a whole different cloth
believe that
i’m straight out that north
uh

[verse]
come do my thing and pop my sh+t on top a b+tch too
can i take all of my kids on a trip to spain and buy them sh+t too?
he done got up in my way, we k!lled your man’s like i was ‘posed too
i just pulled up lambo back to back to back and i got my tool too
bang, bang, bang, bang, oh no, b+tch tried to slump me
find where he lay at, lay his head right there, get back to money
hold on, brrt, b+tch, i’m known for thuggin’
on my [?] with a cutter, with a drum, b+tch
look, on my son and on my mother, on a sunday, it’ll get ugly
on this oath, i break a [?], then on my soul, it’ll go [?]
on his head, i placed a dot, then popped that b+tch, likе a pimple, bust it
po told me, “take a p+ss tеst,” and i sh+tted in a cup (nussie)
i’m a slime, i ain’t your partner, i’ll rob you out of somethin’
you got a problem? from the bottom, to the top, you climb for somethin’
in a [?] that stand for nothin’, you gon’ stand for nothin’, dumbass
i’m a man that stand for somethin’, murder your ass ’bout the cash
i’m in a quarter+million+dollar car with a 2 dollar flag, with a thirty on a stick
dumb b+tch thought the sh+ll catcher was a bag
day we put jewels in how the holders go and holes in n+ggas ass
we sit back and either smoke after we roll a n+gga ass
thugs from the gutter, with pardon, my brother, i love you
i got your back, for a fact, let n0body touch you
together, we done struggled
sh+t, what you want? what you wan’ do?
we could pop out with that strap and make sh+t move
we could pull up and f+ck over one of them dudes
motorola, [?]
real closure, costra nostra
i can’t serve you, if i don’t know you
in a cell, i’m drinkin’ fours
to all my real gangsters, real bangers, think i own you



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