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youngboy never broke again - cold blooded (alternative) lyrics

i’m in this b+tch say
ima call it a workout
aye, and i’m prolly finna do this b+tch over
ima call it a work out, get the guitar out
(im all the way out)
aye draco, whip yo d+ck out on that hoe mane f+ck that b+tch
[chorus]
stupid lil b+tch, every n+gga that diss me right now head blown off
except for two of em cause them n+ggas be running
they know how we coming, they know what we bout
cold blooded steppa, big e don’t talk!
we gon’ spin on they block till they all layed out
we was laying down law till the flag came out
cop out, drop out let the stick go bow!
[verse]
money be talking, intelligent
diamonds gon’ shine on the back of the tek philippe
we buy that work еvery day we be strеtching it
if it ain’t bizz through the night we gon’ step on sh+t
stuffing my pocket, balmain full of hunndos
nba gang, big dump head huncho
buss a n+gga brain, leave the stake then we lay low
back thuggin on the block same day that the case close
mucha, pr+nto screaming for the pesos
50 shots onna glock, 100 inna draco
going in the floor every time that the bank close
i ain’t got no mind, drop a bag on a stank hoe
tryna k!ll a hoe, every time with the bite down
q yard, pit bull make a n+gga rrrrr
350 shoot the burners head like i’m herm
had to zip a n+gga, he wasn’t waiting on his turn
aye slow down, nah f+ck that!
hit a n+gga ass with the tec, but i make a n+gga learn (b+tch come here)
ecclesiastes, we be under the sun
thuggin hard i went flooded my son
money coming we been bagging up lunch
all well starting to look up to runch
shyne calling, i jacked him out a audemar
f+ck a n+gga boy you know that we dumb!
steady juggin, got that food for real
big e do damage with that tool for real
you know who i am, q steady losing grams my n+gga a fool for real
we be dishing out the blues for real, knock a n+gga out his shoes for real
don’t got no mind, rob a n+gga for some time
you know how we do it for real
b+tch getchere
[chorus]
stupid lil b+tch, every n+gga that diss me right now head blown off
except for two of em cause them n+ggas be running
they know how we coming, they know what we bout
cold blooded steppa, big e don’t talk!
we gon’ spin on they block till they all layed out
we was laying down law till the flag came out
cop out, drop out let the stick go bow!

- youngboy never broke again lyrics

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