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young hrt - couldn't, wouldn't, shouldn't lyrics

[bridge]
you ain’t next to me i still do sh+t i know i shouldn’t
yo’ daddy hate me and i ain’t gon’ wish he wouldn’t
save the hood
they prolly’ said i couldn’t

[chorus]
i did sh+t that my mama warned me bout’
just to put mama in maybachs
my dawg pride wouldn’t let me help him out
i wish he ain’t have to stay back
they broke my heart all by word of mouth
i love ya’ so why did you say that
he use to bathe in the ajax
now the ferrari seats lay back

[verse 1]
they tried to box me in when i had dreams but ain’t did it yet
i don’t come round’ em’ like “d+mn you don’t get it yet?”
bro hit me like “i’m desperatе, why you ain’t bigger yet?”
i told him that sh+t hard like tryna’ quit cigarеttes
had to leave the cocoon before i was ready
b+tterfly doors make the urus look heavy
bro served the rock like hendrix like seddy
the sauce had to sit like leftover spaghetti
it ain’t that bad it could be worse
left the hood with my life but my dawg on my shirt
ignoring all b+tches i’m putting in work
ain’t sacrifice to jam my hand in a skirt
it’s so cold so cold so cold
when they plan is to leave you alone
but pain made lanes put my feet in a home
to get to my crib gotta’ get you a drone
throw up what done made ya’ then meet on the west end
ran up two million one for me one for my best friend
bro was living fast but ain’t never check the engine
he kept speeding down that road wish i woulda’ caught him before that dead end
[bridge]
you ain’t next to me i still do sh+t i know i shouldn’t
yo’ daddy hate me and i ain’t gon’ wish he wouldn’t
save the hood
they prolly’ said i couldn’t

[verse 2]
gimme real effort like this yo’ last chance
need all my flowers before my last dance
went and got racks worked on my backhand
played thirty five minutes coach put me back in
i ain’t had no big homie, investor, or cousin
broke a few hearts tryna’ get to this money
bro my lil’ brother i’m mitch and he sonny
they hit lil bro up he was ready i wasn’t
don’t put yo’ purpose in no b+tch demanding purses
he wasn’t working i said i love ya’ but ya’ worthless
come meet me in this weather depends can you take pressure
bro rock gloves like he a catcher with a clip too long to measure
this money pretty ari fletcher the whip ss like pairs of skechers
outside like f+ck a lecture bro was serving basers chester
[outro]
(ima’ show you how great i am)
yes sir
real sh+t
real love
real b+tch
god’s gift
mil tick
real pain
still rich

- young hrt lyrics

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