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young bleed - better than last time lyrics

[intro]
sh-t n-gga, f-ck sh-t
man, i’ve been hustlin’ all my motherf-ckin’ life
n-gga sh-t, (f-ckin’ right) n-ggas trippin’ and player-hatin’ on what i got (jive -ss n-ggas)
man f-ck that sh-t n-gga
when i wanted to have it, f-ck i know where to took, when i dang got the sh-t (the sh-t)
i ain’t lay around b-tchin’ and boo-hooin’ and cryin’ about…
that n-gga there a ho ’cause he got this like this
man f-ck that, n-gga you gotta go get yours and make your sh-t better (c’mon) than the f-ckin’ last time, n-gga f-ck

[verse 1]
all i want for christmas is 12 gold t–th
a fresh candy blue jeep, and a four-four heat
i’m pot-headed on some cold streaks
and not a motherf-cker wanna hold me, when i’m lonely
so i keep my mind on knockin’ sh-t off the hinges
’cause the hoes don’t speakin’ since i lost my ends
and bein’ mad at the world ain’t the thing to be
but see the world make me feel it’s the thing for me
so as a matter of fact, f-ck being somethin’ else
’cause i hustle and i struggle by my godd-mn self
so what’s the way for a young black n-gga today?
rob folks and sell dope that’s what i figured you’d say
a n-gga wanna put his thang down day-by-day
’cause my daddy gave me game, n-gga play-by-play
he said you gotta make money-money
and if they act funny-funny
then take money-money-money-money!

[hook]
so if you got somethin’ on your mind
than make it better than the last time
(make it better than the last time)
people p-ss by, sayin’ that they wish me well
but in reality i’m knowin’ these hoes wish me h-ll
sh-t we design to blow your godd-mn mind
was made better than the last time
(made better than the last time)
people p-ss by, sayin’ that they wish me well
but in reality i’m knowin’ these hoes wish me h-ll

[verse 2]
now can your mind picture me, p-ssin’ out from the heat
when it’s 20 degrees, full of that gin anger
leave my f-ckin’ job at the grocery store
’cause i be d-mned if i fall for the [?]
man, why y’all wanna take the world from a n-gga who ain’t got sh-t yet?
but h-lla game and finna put it in effect
and make it hustlin’ steady
’bout my guns [?]
toss it if you let me, young maxminelli
they tell me playa-haters wish you the worst
but i got fire and i spit first
h-llo he-rs- n-gga, no more thirst n-gga
no more times, see get your game on the level of mind and we could grind
’cause when the world on fire all the weed goin’ blow
and when you take your last charge you sho’ don’t know
now take it slow, all world n-gga saggin’ low
see get your f-ck on and don’t forget to ask for mo’
c’mon

[hook]
and if you got somethin’ on your mind
than make it better than the last time
(make it better than the last time)
people p-ss by, sayin’ that they wish me well
but in reality i’m (hold up)

[verse 3]
lo and behold, you see me slang dope for the ’cause
a n-gga to get a benz and i can’t even get no drawers
ready to wrap my paws ’round the wheels of a land cruiser
roll with a clique full of straight savage -ss pistol shooters
wanna walk up in the club with a grip and a hoe
so cold and grab the mic and turn that b-tch into a icicle
so what’s the worst if i wasn’t taught
how to upgrade my game and give get a glimpse of life and live it
give or take a couple a years and we gon’ floss
so eat a d-ck from the next n-gga in line to be boss though
i still contact playa-haters on the regular
but layin’ low, motherf-ckers always ahead of ya
they makes me feel like i got no brain
they wanna sn-tch me out the game, man, they best to be [?]
but they must be out they godd-mn mind
sh-t we design to blow your mind was made better than the last time

[hook]
so if you got somethin’ on your mind
than make it better than the last time
(make it better than the last time)
people p-ss by, sayin’ that they wish me well
but in reality i’m knowin’ these hoes wish me h-ll
sh-t we design to blow your godd-mn mind
was made better than the last time
(was made better than the last time)
people p-ss by, sayin’ that they wish me well
but in reality i’m knowin’ these hoes wish me h-ll

[verse 4]
conjunction, conjuction, n-gga what’s your malfunction?
blowin’ at you me while you rollin’, ain’t not future in your frontin’
let me chill (chill), and sag (sag) and smoke what’s left off in this bag
and get bionic as the chronic let me be and let my pants drag
i walked the world and glamor girls like a pimp
[?] me for mobsters, eatin’ lobster and shrimp
they can’t stop me, mexican b-tches call me papi (sloppy)
like that y’all, but still a k!ller comin’ at y’all (n-gga, huh!)
hear me say what now, with maxminelli on the cellular-telly
hollerin’ bout “mail me my money mane”
confetti (“you heard me”)
international players, runnin’ the game world wide
coolest [?] with a bunny-rabbit on my side, right?
hoppin’ up for the downstroke, while they pappy play the fiddle
b-tches giggle, shakin’ -ss til it jiggles
recitin’ my riddles for kibbles, female dogs that blow your mind
but redesign that sh-t trick and play it “better than the last time”

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