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ybn lil bro - one chance lyrics

[intro]
(i’m in the booth with 4 k’s and i’m in this b+tch with k4)
(jxckk just want a drink)

[verse 1: ybn lil bro]
you only get so many, f+ck i look like blowin’ my chance?
beyond your rubber richie, thuggin’, even my mama know that
i always knew i was the one, never was doubtin’ myself
make these n+ggas sick, drop a hundred round for my neck
like what you’d do for me? ’cause i still get out here and hard grind
you ain’t catchin’ me slippin’ me, n+gga, i’m goin’ all out
my n+gga boom like bryan, he quick to block a n+gga shot
who ain’t slidin’? oh yeah, been done walked you in the house
get your money up you wanna f+ck with us, n+gga, like the long way
i got shooters out here all day, lil’ n+gga, always
oncе i found out where your dog stay, i’m puttin’ dog away
slidin’ up my sh+t the wrong way, don’t gеt your car sprayed
she want me to turn her up somethin’, and give her a fake booty
i’ll get her titties done too, b+tch, just gotta stay true
it wasn’t room for me and mine at first, we had to make room
we gon’ get this money, trust me, sh+t, to h+ll what they doin’

[verse 2: ghetto baby boom]
if we can’t catch you, okay, cool, we catch his relatives
he keep on actin’ like he on that sh+t i’m on, no you ain’t
get up eight, what you got goin’? he said, “go get a bank”
b+tch keep playin’ with my mind, she keep on actin’ like she me
like she stand on principles or somethin’, like she keep it p
say she ghetto, sh+t, i’m ghetto too, how ghetto you could be?
lay your thumb down, you underside the street, that’s how we tweak
catch you lookin’ like you on some sh+t, we rockin’ you to sleep
can’t even be in public with my b+tch, she think i’m movin’ weed
she don’t even know what’s goin’ down, i see the wrong face
only option get this money, stack it up, stay out the way
came a long way, got granny still prayin’ i make it out
[verse 3: the big homie]
hmm, f+ck i’m payin’ you ten for? you ain’t even smoked a n+gga for free yet
he ain’t dead, his b+tch ass paralyzed, we call that sh+t a pre+check
i’m on jordan [?], i’m tryna pop that n+gga soda
them n+ggas get buried and stood over for actin’ like they shot my n+gga
and stiff three glocks and two yops in this car, come get next to us

- ybn lil bro lyrics

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