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youngboy never broke again - i want his soul lyrics

[intro]
(bj on one)
huh, they been talkin’ bad, ’bout+’bout me (g06 goin’ crazy)
they been talkin’ bad, yeah
they been talkin’ bad, ’bout+’bout me (huh)
they know i’ma flash, don’t play wit’ me (huh)
huh, who that is knockin’ on it?
who that is? (d+roc)
ha, look

[verse 1]
thirty stick, pocket can’t fit, ’36 servin’ that sh+t
plannin’ on murderin’ a b+tch, don’t f+ck wit’ that, don’t f+ck wit’ that
rerock tucked inside his sock, he smokin’, ain’t sellin’ that sh+t
pop ’em, and we make ’em smell that b+tch, the law gon’ smell that b+tch
aroma strong, hit, take off his dome, i’m on that skully sh+t
that’s my cousin, i hope you don’t f+ck wit’ this
i’m gon’ k!ll all your kids, lost soul
i say, “grandma, tell my god that i’m comin’ home”
they want me gone, but i ain’t scared
you lose your head ’bout what you said
i bang that green, my symbol red
now, free my slimes from out the feds
now, p+ssy n+gga, what you said?
you know i be on that, you talk that sh+t, can’t take it back
you ain’t sh+t to me, just anothеr hat
call his mama, i’ll help that b+tch bury his ass
these n+ggas hatе big 5, huh?
because, they brother or cousin died
because, they b+tch want to f+ck the slime
they know the realest one is, i
lil phat gone, inside the sky
hold it down and i don’t know ’em
i pick my phone up, call up shyne, “i need young thug back on my charm”
i pick my phone up, call them slimes
these p+ssy n+ggas, i can’t ignore ’em
i know this one, he got some sense
and, just one want meet my arm that i bare wit’
wipe his nose, show that p+ssy n+gga that i slatt sh+t
brrt, baow, baow, no comin’ back b+tch
should’ve been my friend, but you want to be a demon, huh?
i ain’t that type of n+gga that’ll fill your b+tch up wit’ my s+m+n, nah
i’ma spit in that b+tch face and make her tell you that, “that n+gga foul”
it’s f+ck you out that gate, and if you play, b+tch, i’ma lay you down
lay law down in that murder town, chopper bullets sprayin’ ’round
tell that p+ssy, “pick you up”, by night, he still be layin’ down
i’m wit’ that, i don’t f+ck around
can’t wait ’til i catch that clown
p+ssy tryna steal my whole swag, i get ’em dragged
run down on his ass, he get no pass, he gon’ get smashed
ha, young n+gga not more bl++dy than me
hand full, i count on my feet
p+ssy ass n+gga ain’t more skully than me
came in this game, and i’m known to beef
real slimeball, they known to creep
catch ’em down bad, knock ’em off his feet
[chorus]
grim reaper, i say, “i see nothin’ but evil”
i see n+ggas wanna be us
but, they never prayed to you, once
no, i want his soul
i just want to bust his dome
put that n+gga feet inside the air, he want to see us (n+gga, yeah)
show that n+gga that this sh+t ain’t pretty, tryna be us

[verse 2]
n+gga, soon as you see us, we hold that heat up
better not have your mamacita wit’ you, she get left put up
flash it, glrrt, flash it, blrrt, you get the picture
f+ck wit’ them real gravediggers, the one’s that do real rituals (oh, yeah)
if i say that i want you dead, might as well go call the feds
ain’t none, ain’t stoppin’ ’til we get to you, i’m gon’ bust your head
i’m like, “one, two, three, four, five, six,” n+gga, f+ck that count, it’s twelve
you gon’ be thirteen, i’m gon’ send your stupid, scary ass, to h+ll
f+ck who you is, them looks prevail
did too much time inside them cells
f+ck who you k!ll, look, i’m too real
got to show me, better than you spell or rhyme, n+gga
p+ssy, we slang iron, n+gga
once you cross that line, n+gga
your whole family dyin’, n+gga (i want his soul)
they been talkin’ bad, ’bout+’bout me
they gon’ see me flash, now, why you play wit’ me
now, hold on, i hope that don’t be my p.o. knockin’ at my door
’cause, she don’t even know the kid been tryna heal up his soul
[chorus]
grim reaper, i say, “i see nothin’ but evil”
i see n+ggas wanna be us
but, they never prayed to you, once
no, i want his soul
i just want to bust his dome
put that n+gga feet inside the air, he want to see us (n+gga, yeah)
show that n+gga that this sh+t ain’t pretty, tryna be us

- youngboy never broke again lyrics

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